Poems and SongsAmerican-Scandinavian Foundation, 1915 - 264 стор. |
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Сторінка xv
... sings in his own forms his own melody . Style and diction are the determining factors in the poetic form of lyric verse , along with the perhaps indis- tinguishable and indefinable quality of melodiousness . Of Björnson's style ...
... sings in his own forms his own melody . Style and diction are the determining factors in the poetic form of lyric verse , along with the perhaps indis- tinguishable and indefinable quality of melodiousness . Of Björnson's style ...
Сторінка xvii
... sing them are made to think , or at least to feel , the unwritten poetry between the lines . Scarcely less notable is this paucity in the expression of wealth of thought and feeling in the memorial and other more indi- vidual poems ...
... sing them are made to think , or at least to feel , the unwritten poetry between the lines . Scarcely less notable is this paucity in the expression of wealth of thought and feeling in the memorial and other more indi- vidual poems ...
Сторінка 13
... singing . He who has longed for twenty years Over the lofty mountains , He who knows that he never nears , Smaller feels with the lapsing years , Heeds what the bird is singing Cheerily to its swinging . Garrulous bird , what will you ...
... singing . He who has longed for twenty years Over the lofty mountains , He who knows that he never nears , Smaller feels with the lapsing years , Heeds what the bird is singing Cheerily to its swinging . Garrulous bird , what will you ...
Сторінка 27
... singing . Lift thy head and thy longing sing ! None shall conquer the growing spring ; Where there is life - making power , Time shall set free the flower . Lift thy head and thyself baptize In the hopes that radiant rise , Heaven to ...
... singing . Lift thy head and thy longing sing ! None shall conquer the growing spring ; Where there is life - making power , Time shall set free the flower . Lift thy head and thyself baptize In the hopes that radiant rise , Heaven to ...
Сторінка 28
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. Tapping , trilling there , Singing , in would bear Joy the warmth of sun befitting . Litli - litli - lu , Do you hear me too , Youth behind the birch - trees biding ? Now the words I send , - Darkness will attend ...
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. Tapping , trilling there , Singing , in would bear Joy the warmth of sun befitting . Litli - litli - lu , Do you hear me too , Youth behind the birch - trees biding ? Now the words I send , - Darkness will attend ...
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battle bearing beauty Bergen Björnson born bring cheer Christian Christiania Convention of Moss Danish Dannebrog daring death deeds deep Denmark dreams earth Einar eternal eyes fair faith fathers fight fjord flag flag of Norway flower forward freedom future gave glad gleams glory glowing greet Grundtvig Haakon Haakon Jarl hallow Hamar-made matches Harald Harald Fairhair Harald Gille heart heed Henrik Wergeland Herman Anker honor Johan King land life's lift light of God's lyric Magnus memory Molde morning mountains nation Naught neath never night Norse Norsemen Northern Norway Norway's Norwegian o'er ocean Olaf Trygvason open water peasants poem poet sail Scandinavism SIGURD SLEMBE sing skald smiles song soon sorrow soul spirit spring stand Stanza stood Storting Sverre Sweden Swedish sweet thanks thee thine Thou thought victory wander warmth Welhaven Wergeland words written youth
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