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1 THE COLLECTED POEMS OF HENRIK IBS
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3 recollections. In The Lad in the
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5 would testify to its slow space,
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7 O, blend but your plaining With s
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9 But shoots sprouted forth from th
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11 Round crumbled memorials gyratin
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13 Ha, you spot some earthly Miss,
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15 — But no, — by the shore all
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17 TO THE STAR (Dedicated to C:E:)
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19 Here may the heart find such con
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21 Wretched land! Their finest life
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23 To guard, in Parliament, its rep
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25 But were hope cheated, were it p
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27 Gently hum old songs, provide yo
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29 Kept from sight behind a pendant
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31 The dawning of my life on the fi
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33 True, there’s many a little ma
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35 Nobly the tasks he sustained. So
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37 MOONLIGHT MOOD Wanly shines the
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39 And that contending is its fines
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41 The one fares in the cause of pr
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43 7 I’m thinking of the legend o
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45 And I rushed the trap I’d fash
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47 THE SWAN When the mist autumns b
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49 Yes, indeed! King Christian’s
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51 From there it sarcastically glow
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53 Full many a grieving soul has fo
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55 The fiddle stops and to their gr
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57 In wondrous dreaming visions I t
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59 Yes we, a watch eternal, Shall l
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61 for your backing so far and good
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63 Poured from a horn of silver Fin
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65 Then must the speedy charger Sho
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67 She was no second Freia, All bri
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69 “But though my brothers perish
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71 And Dag sets out for Braalund, A
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73 On Idavold King Helge Strives we
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75 So that its rich, exuberant acco
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179 Places I visited, where I had d
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181 No glimpse of the waters flowin
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183 Dare in your song ring loudly.
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185 Then, half-mast, it drooped and
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187 labour-guider, work-provider, S
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189 SONG at THE STUDENTS’ RETURN
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191 The bee, ever loyal, resumed hi
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193 My dear — Ibsen originally wr
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195 In his mind youth’s spate was
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197 Through the brave, bald reach w
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199 In sunshine’s festive spell S
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201 POEMS ABROAD FROM THE DYBBØL D
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203 But just as the romp had reache
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205 But knowing prophets flocked th
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207 Written shortly after the assas
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209 The city lies below, half-veile
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211 and from the fence-post there
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213 eyes tightly closed, chilled th
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215 “Recovered though, her pace p
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217 “And there his finest masterp
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219 until it vanished in the steep
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221 no living soul encountered as t
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223 but just a hint of question was
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225 the voice’s right to sing for
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227 A chuckle from the priest, then
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229 he drew in breath like one who
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231 A host of memories began to roa
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233 The captain rose, — an old ma
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235 But at a sunbeam’s touch his
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237 “To church!” was shouted as
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239 Who’d shriek his throat sore
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241 one or another from the pallid
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243 up in the pulpit Brand was hear
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245 Then I revisited eighteen years
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247 sank that night till the predic
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249 BALLOON LETTER to a Swedish lad
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251 Memnon’s statue, stone coloss
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253 are like bits of broken friezes
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255 stooled beside the altar-flame.
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257 flag in black-white funeral gui
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259 yours would lead without a brui
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261 That was when my thanks were ow
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263 Thus it is mind’s eye will se
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265 of your substance, rich and fre
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267 They flocked to a flag that sho
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269 round North Cape’s wall, east
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271 a cloudy torpor that frustrates
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273 spread abroad its shroud of dar
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275 slack orders slackly piped —
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277 she has loved through life, a l
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279 FAR DISTANT Our youth will soon
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Munich, 2 nd June 1875 281 The poem
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283 might find it by raking and tur
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285 Prologue for the Norwegian Thea
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287 Gone! 203 A Swan 203 The Gulley