Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

101. Hunting Song 3/31/2010
102. Holger Drachmann 3/31/2010
103. Hamar-Made Matches 3/31/2010
104. Halfdan Kjerulf 3/31/2010
105. Good Morning 3/31/2010
106. Good Cheer 3/31/2010
107. From The Cantata For N. F. S. Grundtvig 3/31/2010
108. From Monte Pincio 3/31/2010
109. Frida 3/31/2010
110. Frederik Hegel 3/31/2010
111. Forward 3/31/2010
112. For The Wounded 3/31/2010
113. For A Charity Fair 3/31/2010
114. During A Journey In Sweden 3/31/2010
115. Daniel SchjÖtz 3/31/2010
116. Choice 3/31/2010
117. Bergliot 3/31/2010
118. Bergen 3/31/2010
119. Ballad Of Tailor Nils 1/1/2004
120. At Michael Sars's Grave 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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