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 Child In Our Soul
Toward God in heaven spaciousWith artless faith a boy looks free,As toward his mother gracious,And top of Christmas-tree.But early in the storm of..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Norrona-Race
Norrona-race's longing,It was the sea's free wave,And fight of heroes thronging,And honor that it gave;Their thoughts and deeds upspringingFrom roots..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Land That Shall Be (Dedicated To Herman Anker And M. Anker On The
Ocaasion of their silver-wedding, September 15, 1888)Land that shall beThither, when thwarted our longings, we sail,-Sighs to the clouds, that we..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The First Meeting
The first fond meeting holyIs like the woodbirds' trilling,Is like a sea-song thrilling,When red the sun sinks slowly,-Is like a horn on..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Taylor's Song
For joys the hours of earth bestowWith sorrow thou must pay.Though many follow close, yet know,They're loaned but for a day.With sighing in thy..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Call
Come calf now to mother,Come lamb that I choose,Come cats, one and t' other,With snowy-white shoes,Come gosling all yellow,Come forth with your..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Johan Ludvig Heiberg 1860
To the grave they bore him sleeping,Him the aged, genial gardener;Now the children gifts are heapingFrom the flower-bed he made.There the tree that..
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Marit's Song
"Dance!" called the fiddle,Its strings loudly giggled,The bailiff's man wriggledAhead for a spree."Hold!" shouted OlaAnd tripped him to tumbling,The..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Hamar-Made Matches
'Here your Hamar-made matches!'-Of them these verses I sang;A thought to which humor attaches,But yet to my heart sparks sprang.Sparks from the..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
King Frederik The Seventh
Our King is bereft of a trusty friend!And in dismayWe lower our banners and sad attendOn his burial day.But Denmark, in sorrow most deep thou..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Kaare's Song
KAAREWhat wakens the billows, while sleeps the wind?What looms in the west released?What kindles the stars, ere day's declined,Like fires for death's..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Magnus The Blind
'Oh, let me look once again and seeStarlight the heavens o'ersweeping!'Begged young Magnus on bended knee,It was sore to see.All the women afar were..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Olaf Trygvason
Broad the sails o'er the North Sea go;High on deck in the morning glowErling Skjalgsson from SoleScans all the sea toward Denmark:'Cometh never Olaf..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Norwegian Students' Greeting With A Procession To Professor Welhaven
Hear us, O age-laden singer!Streams of your tones are returning,Touching your heart!Spirit of youth is their bringer,Under your window with..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Lector Thaasen
I read once of a flower that lonely grew,Apart, with trembling stem and pale of hue;The mountain-world of cold and strifeGave little lifeAnd less of..
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Norse Nature
(In Ringerike During The Student Meeting Of 1869)We wander and sing with gleeOf glorious Norway, fair to see.Let sweetly the tones go twiningIn..
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Ivar Ingemundson's Lay
Wherefore have I longings,When to live them strength is lacking?And wherefore see I,If I see but sorrow?Flight of my eye to the great and..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Maiden's Song
Good-morning, sun, 'mid the leaves so green --Mind of youth in the dales' deep reaches,Smile that brightens their somber speeches,Heaven's gold on..
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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..
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Rallying Song For Freedom In The North To
Dishonored by the higher, but loved by all the low,-Say, is it not the pathway that the new has to go?By those who ought to guard it betrayed, oh..
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Song
Song brings us light with the power of lendingGlory to brighten the work that we find;Song brings us warmth with the power of rendingRigor and frost..
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Those With Me
As on I drive, in my heart joy dwellsOf Sabbath silence with sound of bells.The sun liftsallthat is living, growing,God's love itself in its symbol..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
To My Wife
(With a set of Roman Pearls)Pray, take these pearls!-and my thanks for themYou lavished, the home of my youth to gem!The thousands of hours of..
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To Johan Sverdrup
When now my song selects and praisesYour forceful name, think not it raisesThe rallying-flag for battle near;The street-fight shall not reach us..
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Romsdal
Come up on deck! The morning is clear,-Memory wakes, as the landmarks appear.How many the islands, green and cheery,The salt-licking skerries..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson