Johan Ludvig Heiberg 1860 (Bjornstjerne Bjornson Poems)
To the grave they bore him sleeping, Him the aged, genial gardener;Now the children gifts are heaping From the flower-bed ...
To the grave they bore him sleeping, Him the aged, genial gardener;Now the children gifts are heaping From the flower-bed ...
Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,Radiant colors from heaven are beamingLife's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;—Glory in death o'er ...
Fair Venevil hastened with tripping feet Her lover to meet.He sang, so it rang o'er the church far ...
With smiles his soft eyes ever gleamed, When God and country thinking;With endless joy, his soul, it seemed, Faith, fatherland, ...
Ready with leaves and with buds stood the tree."Shall I take them?" the frost said, now puffing with glee. ...
Lift thy head, thou undaunted youth!Though some hope may now break, forsooth,Brighter a new one and higherShall throe eye fill ...
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