Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

81. Synnove's Song 1/1/2004
82. Taylor's Song 3/31/2010
83. The Angels Of Sleep 3/31/2010
84. The Bier Of Precentor A. Reitan 3/31/2010
85. The Blonde Maiden 3/31/2010
86. The Call 1/1/2004
87. The Child In Our Soul 3/31/2010
88. The Day Of Sunshine 3/31/2010
89. The Dove 1/1/2004
90. The First Meeting 3/31/2010
91. The Hare And The Fox 1/1/2004
92. The Land That Shall Be (Dedicated To Herman Anker And M. Anker On The 3/31/2010
93. The Maiden On The Shore 3/31/2010
94. The Maiden's Song 1/1/2004
95. The Meeting 3/31/2010
96. The Melody 1/1/2004
97. The Mother's Song 1/1/2004
98. The Norrona-Race 3/31/2010
99. The Ocean 1/1/2004
100. The Poet 3/31/2010
101. The Princess 1/1/2004
102. The Pure Norwegian Flag 3/31/2010
103. The Spinner 3/31/2010
104. The Tree 1/1/2004
105. The Tryst 3/31/2010
106. The White Rose And The Red Rose 3/31/2010
107. They Have Found Each Other 3/31/2010
108. Those With Me 3/31/2010
109. To A Godson 3/31/2010
110. To Aasmund Olafsen Vinje (Sung At His Wife's Grave) 3/31/2010
111. To Erika Lie 3/31/2010
112. To Hans Christian Andersen 3/31/2010
113. To Johan Dahl, Bookdealer 3/31/2010
114. To Johan Sverdrup 3/31/2010
115. To Missionary Skrefsrud In Santalistan 3/31/2010
116. To Molde 3/31/2010
117. To My Father (Upon His Retirement) 3/31/2010
118. To My Wife 3/31/2010
119. To Sculptor Borch 3/31/2010
120. To Stang 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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Nils Finn

Now little Nils Finn had away to go;
The skis were too loose at both heel and toe.
--"That's too bad!" rumbled yonder.

Then little Nils Finn in the snow set his feet:
"You ugliest troll, you shall never me cheat!"
--"Hee-ho-ha!" rumbled yonder.

Nils Finn with his staff beat the snow till it blew

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