Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The 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..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
P. A. Munch
Many forms belong to greatness.He who now has left us bore itAs a doubt that made him sleepless,But at last gave revelation,-As a sight-enhancing..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Maiden On The Shore
She wandered so young on the shore around,Her thoughts were by naught on earth now bound.Soon came there a painter, his art he pliedAbove the tide,In..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Song For Norway National Hymn
Yes, we love this land that towersWhere the ocean foams;Rugged, storm-swept, it embowersMany thousand homes.Love it, love it, of you thinking,Father;..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Our Language
Thou, who sailest Norse mountain-air,And Denmark's songs by the cradle singest,Who badest in Hald the war-flames flare,And, heard in our children's..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Workmen's March
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!Keeping time is power's token.That makesoneof many, many,That makes bold, if fear daunts any,That makes small..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Psalms
II seem to beSundered from Thee,Thou Harmony of all creation.Am I disownedFor talents loanedAnd useless hid in vain probation?Now powerless,In..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
May Seventeenth
Wergeland's statue on May seventeenthSaw the procession. And as its rear-guard,Slow marching masses,Strong men, and women with flower-decked..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Lambkin Mine
Kille, kille, lambkin mine,Though it often be hard to climbOver the rocks upswinging,Follow thy bell's sweet ringing!Kille, kille, lambkin mine,Take..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
To Sculptor Borch
(On his fiftieth birthday)With friends you stalwart stand and fair,To-day of fifty years the heir;The past your works rejoicing praise,But forward..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Angels Of Sleep
Asleep the child fellWhen night cast its spell;The angels came nearWith laughter and cheer.Her watch at its waking the mother was keeping:'How sweet..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Over The Lofty Mountains
Wonder I must, what I once may seeOver the lofty mountains!Eyes shall meet only snow, may be;Standing here, each evergreen treeOver the heights is..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Our Forefathers
High memories with powerShine through the wintry NorthOn every peak's white tower,On Kattegat so swarth.All is so still and spacious, `The..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
To A Godson
(With an album containing portraits of all those who at the time ofhis birth were leaders in the intellectual and political world.)Here hast thou..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Synnove's Song
Have thanks for all from our childhood's day,Our play together in woodland roaming.I thought that play would go on for aye,Though life should pass to..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
In The Forest
List to the forest-voice murmuring low:All that it saw when alone with its laughter,All that it suffered in times that came after,Mournful it tells..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Old Heltberg
I went to a school that was little and proper,Both for church and for state a conventional hopper,Feeding rollers that ground out their grist..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Young Men And Women, Strong And Sound
Young men and women, strong and sound,Adorn with beautiful excessOf play and song and flower-dressOur fatherland's ancestral ground.They dream great..
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Sin, Death
Sin and Death, those sisters two,Two, two,Sat together while dawned the morning.Sister, marry! Your house will do,Do, do,For me, too, was Death's..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
To Missionary Skrefsrud In Santalistan
I honor you, who, though refused, affronted,Have heard the voice, and victory have won;I honor you, who still by malice hunted,Show miracles of faith..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Youth
Mood of youth,Mood of youth,Eagle-like must seek the blue,Dauntlessly its course pursue,All the mountain-heights must view.Blood of youth,Blood of..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Oh, When Will You Stand Forth?
Oh, when will you stand forth, who with strength can bring aid,To strike down the injustice and liesThat my house have beset, and with malice..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Oyvind's Song
Lift thy head, thou undaunted youth!Though some hope may now break, forsooth,Brighter a new one and higherShall throe eye fill with its fire.Lift thy..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Halfdan Kjerulf
Winter had sought his life's tree to o'erthrow,Youthful and strong. But his blood's vernal flowSaved it from death through the cold and the..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Tryst
Silent I'm biding,While softly glidingSink the still hours to eternity's sleep.My fancies roamingList in the gloaming:-Will she the trysting now..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson