Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

41. Landfall 3/31/2010
42. Lector Thaasen 3/31/2010
43. Love Song 1/1/2004
44. Love Thy Neighbor 1/1/2004
45. Magnus The Blind 3/31/2010
46. Marit's Song 1/1/2004
47. Master Or Slave 3/31/2010
48. May Seventeenth 3/31/2010
49. Mountain Song 1/1/2004
50. My Fatherland 3/31/2010
51. Nils Finn 1/1/2004
52. Norse Nature 3/31/2010
53. Norway, Norway 3/31/2010
54. Norwegian Seamen's Song 3/31/2010
55. Norwegian Students' Greeting With A Procession To Professor Welhaven 3/31/2010
56. Oh, When Will You Stand Forth? 3/31/2010
57. Olaf Trygvason 3/31/2010
58. Old Heltberg 3/31/2010
59. Ole Gabriel Ueland 3/31/2010
60. On A Wife's Death 3/31/2010
61. Open Water! 3/31/2010
62. Our Country 1859 1/1/2004
63. Our Forefathers 3/31/2010
64. Our Language 3/31/2010
65. Over The Lofty Mountains 1/1/2004
66. Oyvind's Song 1/1/2004
67. P. A. Munch 3/31/2010
68. Per Bo 3/31/2010
69. Post Festum 3/31/2010
70. Psalms 3/31/2010
71. Question And Answer 3/31/2010
72. Rallying Song For Freedom In The North To 3/31/2010
73. Romsdal 3/31/2010
74. Secret Love 3/31/2010
75. Sin, Death 3/31/2010
76. Song 3/31/2010
77. Song For Norway National Hymn 3/31/2010
78. Song For The Students' Glee Club 3/31/2010
79. Song Of Freedom To 3/31/2010
80. Sung For Norway's Riflemen 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

A Day Of Sunshine

It was such a lovely sunshine-day,
The house and the yard couldn't hold me;
I roved to the woods, on my back I lay,
In cradle of fancy rolled me;
But there were ants, and gnats that bite,
The horse-fly was keen, the wasp showed fight.

"Dear me, don't you want to be out in this fine
weather?" --said mother, who sat on the steps and sang.

It was such a lovely sunshine-day,
The house and the yard couldn't hold me;
A meadow I found, on my back I lay,
And sang what my spirit told me;
Then snakes came crawling, a fathom long,
To bask in the sun,--I...

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The Melody

The youth in the woods spent the whole day long,
The whole day long;
For there he had heard such a wonderful song,
Wonderful song.

Willow-wood gave him a flute so fair,
A flute so fair,--
To try, if within were the melody rare,
Melody rare.

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