Poems of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
|1.||A Day Of Sunshine||1/1/2004|
|4.||Alone And Repentant||1/1/2004|
|5.||Answer From Norway To The Speeches In The Swedish House Of Nobles, 1860||3/31/2010|
|6.||Anton Martin Schweigaard (In The Church After The Funeral Oration)||3/31/2010|
|7.||At A Banquet For Professor Ludv. Kr. Daa||3/31/2010|
|8.||At A Banquet Given To The Deputation Of The Swedish Riksdag To The Coronation, In Trondhjem, July 17||3/31/2010|
|9.||At Hansteen's Bier||3/31/2010|
|10.||At Michael Sars's Grave||3/31/2010|
|11.||Ballad Of Tailor Nils||1/1/2004|
|16.||During A Journey In Sweden||3/31/2010|
|17.||For A Charity Fair||3/31/2010|
|18.||For The Wounded||3/31/2010|
Our Country 1859
A land there is, lying near far-northern snow,
Where only the fissures life's springtime may know.
But surging, the sea tells of great deeds done,
And loved is the land as a mother by son.
What time we were little and sat on her knee,
She gave us her saga with pictures to see.
We read till our eyes opened wide and moist,
While nodding and smiling she mute rejoiced.