To My Father (Upon His Retirement) (Bjornstjerne Bjornson Poems)
In all the land our race was once excelling.In richer regions it e'en now possessesBroad seats and fruitful; but by ...
In all the land our race was once excelling.In richer regions it e'en now possessesBroad seats and fruitful; but by ...
Oh! wind that whistles o'er thorns and thistles, Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf;Why should he labour to ...
First see those ample melons-brindled o'erWith mingled green and brown is all the rind;For they are ripe, and mealy at ...
When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,Out of the ...
To us the Flag has little meant. Each glorious stripe of red Was woven there to represent ...
When my hair is thin and silvered, an' my time of toil is through, When I've many years behind me, ...
Little women, little men,Childhood never comes again.Live it gaily while you may;Give your baby souls to play;March to sound of ...
Whence, O my soul! and wherefore, art thou come?Mysterious inmost! tell me what art thou?Where in the by-gone ages was ...
He wears a long and solemn faceAnd drives the children from his place;He doesn't like to hear them shoutOr race ...
Give me the house where the toys are strewn, Where the dolls are asleep in the chairs,Where the building blocks ...
Turn me loose and let me beYoung once more and fancy free;Let me wander where I will,Down the lane and ...
She is gentle, kind and fair,And there's silver in her hair;She has known the touch of sorrow,But the smile of ...
I WONDER if they're bitin' way off yonder in the bay! I wonder if they're fightin' very hard t' git ...
Bless'd hope, when Tempe takes her last long flight, And leaves her lass-lorn lover to complain, Like Luna mantling o'er ...
When our lives were in their springtime and our souls were in the bud, While the watchful world was silent, ...
We never knew how much the FlagCould mean, until he went away,We used to boast of it and brag,As something ...
THE dark Spring storm swept up From some forgotten shore,The rain beat on my window The same tune o'er and ...
AFTER all is said and done, After all the work and fun, After all the sighing's over And the laughter ...
The traveller tells how, in that ancient climeWhose mystic monuments and ruins hoarStill struggle with the antiquary's lore,To guard the ...
O MATER! O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of mighty products! ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
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