The Day Of Sunshine (Bjornstjerne Bjornson Poems)
It was such a lovely sunshine-day, The house and the yard couldn't hold me;I roved to the woods, on my ...
It was such a lovely sunshine-day, The house and the yard couldn't hold me;I roved to the woods, on my ...
AT six—long ere the wintry dawn— There sounded through the silent hall To where I lay, with blankets drawn Above ...
Ignoble hate, defeating its own ends!The act that meant dishonor, working glory!Could any mausoleum built by handsLift his sweet memory ...
broke his bank, totaled his car and slept withhis wife.of course, everybody was sleeping with hiswife but a nicer guy ...
Grief held me silent in my seat;I neither moved nor smiled:Joy held her silent at my feet,My shining lily-child.She raised ...
Sweet, blessed beads! I would not part With one of you for richest gem That gleams in kingly diadem;Ye know ...
Mourn not, my friends, that we are growing old:A fresher birth brings every new year in.Years are Christ's napkins to ...
In spring's own country, where the gardens blow,You faded, tender rose! For hours now past,Like butterflies departing, on you're castThe ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go -- But only knew by ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and set your solitary image ...
My virtues in Carara stone Cut carefully you all my scan; Beneath I lie, a fetid bone, The marble worth ...
Deeming that I were better dead, "How shall I kill myself?" I said. Thus mooning by the river Seine I ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
Lord, Make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, ...
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