Over The Lofty Mountains (Bjornstjerne Bjornson Poems)
Wonder I must, what I once may see Over the lofty mountains!Eyes shall meet only snow, may be;Standing here, each ...
Wonder I must, what I once may see Over the lofty mountains!Eyes shall meet only snow, may be;Standing here, each ...
ALAS! what mean those sudden plaints of woe,That strike my startled ear with accents wild?Relentless Death has aim'd th' unerring ...
'Tis past! we breathe! assuaged at lengthThe flames that drank our vital strength!Smote with intolerable heatNo more our throbbing temples ...
The eternal gifts of Christ the King,The Apostles' glorious deeds, we sing;And while due hymns of praise we pay,Our thankful ...
Why moan, why wail you, wind of night,With such despair, such frenzied madness?Why is your voice now full of might,Now ...
My sister's love is on the far side.The river is between our bodies;The waters are mighty at flood-time,A crocodile waits ...
Saam-plants here summon us,I am your sister, your best one;I belong to you like this plot of groundThat I planted ...
for all my country poses my cells belong to a town grass is symbol-deep in me but brick dips deeper ...
[This song was intended to be introduced in a dramatic poem entitled Mahomet, the plan of which was not carried ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
WHERE contemplation finds her sacred spring, Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring, Where virtue reigns unsully'd and divine, Where ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one Spake, might the word be said that might speak thee. Streams, ...
The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay, Soothes as with love ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
WHERE the Greyhound River windeth through a loneliness so deep, Scarce a wild fowl shakes the quiet that the purple ...
WHOE'ER thou art, whose soul-enchanting song Steals on the sullen ear of pensive woe; To whom the sounds of melody ...
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