Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

41. The Dove 1/1/2004
42. The Day Of Sunshine 3/31/2010
43. The Child In Our Soul 3/31/2010
44. The Call 1/1/2004
45. The Blonde Maiden 3/31/2010
46. The Bier Of Precentor A. Reitan 3/31/2010
47. The Angels Of Sleep 3/31/2010
48. Taylor's Song 3/31/2010
49. Synnove's Song 1/1/2004
50. Sung For Norway's Riflemen 3/31/2010
51. Song Of Freedom To 3/31/2010
52. Song For The Students' Glee Club 3/31/2010
53. Song For Norway National Hymn 3/31/2010
54. Song 3/31/2010
55. Sin, Death 3/31/2010
56. Secret Love 3/31/2010
57. Romsdal 3/31/2010
58. Rallying Song For Freedom In The North To 3/31/2010
59. Question And Answer 3/31/2010
60. Psalms 3/31/2010
61. Post Festum 3/31/2010
62. Per Bo 3/31/2010
63. P. A. Munch 3/31/2010
64. Oyvind's Song 1/1/2004
65. Over The Lofty Mountains 1/1/2004
66. Our Language 3/31/2010
67. Our Forefathers 3/31/2010
68. Our Country 1859 1/1/2004
69. Open Water! 3/31/2010
70. On A Wife's Death 3/31/2010
71. Ole Gabriel Ueland 3/31/2010
72. Old Heltberg 3/31/2010
73. Olaf Trygvason 3/31/2010
74. Oh, When Will You Stand Forth? 3/31/2010
75. Norwegian Students' Greeting With A Procession To Professor Welhaven 3/31/2010
76. Norwegian Seamen's Song 3/31/2010
77. Norway, Norway 3/31/2010
78. Norse Nature 3/31/2010
79. Nils Finn 1/1/2004
80. My Fatherland 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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