Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems
|83.||Master or slave||3/31/2010|
|85.||Magnus the blind||3/31/2010|
|86.||Love Thy Neighbor||1/1/2004|
|91.||King frederik the seventh||3/31/2010|
|93.||Johan Ludvig Heiberg 1860||1/1/2004|
|94.||Ivar Ingemundson's Lay||3/31/2010|
|96.||In the forest||3/31/2010|
|97.||In a heavy hour||3/31/2010|
|98.||If only you knew it||3/31/2010|
|99.||I passed by the house||3/31/2010|
|100.||Hymn Of The Puritans||3/31/2010|
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.