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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Poems of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

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

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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