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Bjarnstjerne Bjarnson Poems

  • The Hare And The Fox
    The fox lay still by the birch-tree's root
    In the heather.
    The hare was running with nimble foot
    O'er the heather. ...
  • To My Wife
    (With a set of Roman Pearls)
    Pray, take these pearls!-and my thanks for them
    You lavished, the home of my youth to gem!
    The thousands of hours of peaceful luster ...
  • Song For The Students' Glee Club
    Now, brothers, sing out our song,
    Whose train of light shall follow long!
    With love are its measures beating
    And victory's joyous greeting, ...
  • Olaf Trygvason
    Broad the sails o'er the North Sea go;
    High on deck in the morning glow
    Erling Skjalgsson from Sole
    Scans all the sea toward Denmark: ...
  • Ballad Of Tailor Nils
    If you were born before yesterday,
    Surely you've heard about Tailor Nils, who flaunts him so gay.

    If it's more than a week that you've been here, ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Bjarnstjerne Bjarnson

Life 53 Light 45 Power 44 God 43 Song 42 Never 38 Home 36 I Love You 35 Soul 35 Love 35


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  • Grmmtclactivist: "do not complain beneath the stars about the lack of bright spots in your life." ~bjørnstjerne bjørnson
  • Lfolsneslea: ...is disputed. for whom, i don't know. one should know that a polish boy is widely suspected to have written the m...
  • Grounderluna: i want yall to know that the norwegian national anthem is written by a man named bjørnstjerne bjørnson, which direc...
  • Mizdanaclaire: according to my family, i'm related to bjørnstjerne bjørnson, one of norway's greatest writers and 1903 nobel laure...
  • Joselopezs03: "do not complain beneath the stars about the lack of bright spots in your life." - bjørnstjerne bjørnson; born in k...
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Alfred Lord Tennyson Poem
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Goo
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final end of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroy'd,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;
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