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").
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..
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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
The Pure Norwegian Flag
ITri-colored flag, and pure,Thou art our hard-fought cause secure;Thor's hammer-mark of mightThou bearest blue in Christian white,And all our hearts'..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Per Bo
Once I knew a noble peasantFrom a line of men large-hearted.Light and strength were in his mind,Lifted like a peak clear-linedO'er the valley in..
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Ingerid Sletten
Ingerid Sletten of SillejordNeither gold nor silver did own,But a little hood of gay wool alone,Her mother had given of yore.A little hood of gay..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Open Water!
Open water, open water!All the weary winter's yearningBursts in restless passion burning.Scarce is seen the blue of ocean,And the hours seem months..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
When Norway Would Not Help
When Kattegat now or the Belt you sail,No more will you sightThe Danish proud frigate, no more will you hailThe red and white;No more will the..
© 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..
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The Princess
The princess looked down from her bower high,The youth blew his horn as he lingered thereby."Be quiet, O youth, will forever you blow?It hinders my..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Venevil
Fair Venevil hastened with tripping feetHer lover to meet.He sang, so it rang o'er the church far away:"Good-day! Good-day!"And all the little birds..
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The Mother's Song
Lord! Oh, hold in Thy hand my child,Guard by the river its playing!Send Thou Thy Spirit as comrade mild,Lest it be lost in its straying!Deep is the..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
To My Father (Upon His Retirement)
In all the land our race was once excelling.In richer regions it e'en now possessesBroad seats and fruitful; but by fate's hard stressesOurbranch was..
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Anton Martin Schweigaard (In The Church After The Funeral Oration)
Give us, God, to Thee now turning,Fullness of joy, tears full and burning,Of will the full refining fire!Hear our prayer o'er his inurning:His will..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The White Rose And The Red Rose
The white rose and the red rose,So sisters two were named, yes, named.The white one was so quiet,The red one laughed and flamed.But different was..
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A Meeting
… O'er uplands fresh swift sped my sleigh…A light snow fell; along the wayStood firs and birches slender.The former pondered deep, alone,The latter..
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At A Banquet For Professor Ludv. Kr. Daa
Youthful friends here a circle form,Elder foes now surrender.Feel among us in safety, warm,Toward you our hearts are tender.Once again on a..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
During A Journey In Sweden
My boyish heart in thee confided,For to the great by thee 't was guided.As man, my waiting is for thee,-The Northern cause with thee, with thee!Rich..
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From Monte Pincio
Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,Radiant colors from heaven are beamingLife's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;-Glory in death o'er the..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Good Morning
Day's coming up now, joy's returned,Sorrow's dark cloud-castles captured and burned;Over the mountain-tops glowingLight-king his armies is..
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For The Wounded
A still procession goesAmid the battle's booming,Its arm the red cross shows;It prays in many forms of speech,And, bending o'er the fallen,Brings..
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For A Charity Fair
Some poor man in needTo bless and to feed,I bring at its worth,This day of my birth,A book,-from my youth I must own.But Who in His powerGave bud and..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Forward
'Forward! forward!'Rang our fathers' battle-cry.'Forward! forward!'Norsemen, be our watchword high!All that fires the spirit and makes the heart's..
© Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson