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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The Mother's Song

Lord! Oh, hold in Thy hand my child,
Guard by the river its playing!
Send Thou Thy Spirit as comrade mild,
Lest it be lost in its straying!
Deep is the water and false the ground.
Lord, if His arms shall the child surround,
Drowned it shall not be, but living,
Till Thou salvation art giving.

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