Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

121. To Sweden 3/31/2010
122. To The Dannebrog 3/31/2010
123. Toast For The Men Of Eidsvold 3/31/2010
124. Venevil 1/1/2004
125. When Comes The Morning? 3/31/2010
126. When Norway Would Not Help 3/31/2010
127. Workmen's March 3/31/2010
128. Young Men And Women, Strong And Sound 3/31/2010
129. Youth 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson


April for me I choose!
In it the old things tumble,
In it things new refresh us;
It makes a mighty rumble,-
But peace is not so precious
As that his will man shows.

April for me I choose,
Because it storms and scourges,
Because it smiles and blesses,
Because its power purges,
Because it strength possesses,-

In it the summer grows.

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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.

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