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244 degenerated into chaotic violence; hymn-book of two and fifty pages, a deck of cards for gambling. IN A YOUNG COMPOSER’S ALBUM Orpheus struck with purest treble soul from beast and fire from pebble. Stones our Norway has no lack of; wild beasts too, we’ve many a pack of. Play, that stones may spark in wonder! Play, that hides may burst asunder! Written in Edward Greig’s album February 1866. Written 1868-9. AN ALBUM-POEM Joy’s harbinger, my name for you; The star of my existence. And truth to God, `twas such you grew, Joy’s harbinger that came — withdrew; — A star — yes, shooting-star, it’s true, That died out in the distance. IN <strong>THE</strong> GALLERY A lovely creature sits there and graces in easel-reach the gallery’s spaces. What pure Castalia works there upon her? — She copies daily the Murillo Madonna. Her rapt, astigmatical eye speaks mutely: she builds ecstatical realms of beauty.
245 Then I revisited eighteen years later; hailed times pure-spirited, old and greater. A faded creature sits there and graces in easel-reach the gallery’s spaces. But? — words defeat me! The same punctilio! She copies neatly the same Murillo. Time’s passed — she still perches, survives, this purist, on props for churches and trash for the tourist. And so she’s been slaving for ages there, transfixed with craving and white of hair. But her rapt, astigmatical eye speaks mutely: she builds ecstatical realms of beauty. Written during the winter of 1868-9. See ‘In The Picture Gallery’ above. TO MY FRIEND <strong>THE</strong> REVOLUTIONARY ORATOR You say I’ve become a ‘conservative’. I’m still what I’ve been every day I live. I’ve really no time for fiddling with pieces. You knock the board over; I’m yours till hell freezes. There’s only the one revolution I treasure that wasn’t a fudge, a half-hearted measure. It brings to those later a halo of glory. Of course I refer to the Deluge story. Though even that left Lucifer stranded; for Noah, as you know, took charge single-handed.
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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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77 “He thought that your tears we
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79 Engrave themselves so deep in ou
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81 Far beyond the billows buried. T
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83 It seemed to me the plan compose
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85 Ulrikken, the highest of the mou
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87 So that my poor little flower sh
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89 “No, just the sere, the wind-f
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91 VIII For you must not forget: in
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93 And all my fair flowers, they pe
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95 God knows there were pictures en
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97 XXII My demon visits me by day a
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99 Then you’ll have felt your lip
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101 When epic shield-to-shield fora
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103 A thought that in a forty-year-
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105 FOR THE TENTH ANNIVERSARY OF
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107 At every sweet word received, S
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109 GREETINGS to HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS
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111 SONG preluding SHIP’S MASTER
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113 AT THE ANNIVERSARY of THE 22 ND
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Written to Susannah Thorensen in 18
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117 Ibsen was appointed artistic di
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119 Look towards the whole, not fra
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121 A score of turrets to the sky R
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123 Burns where the rudder races, S
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125 “There I am safe and there I
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127 Brows broke in that contention,
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129 SONG at THE DEDICATION OF THE N
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131 I’ve breathed elegiacal frost
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133 Like some blood-boltered child
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135 Will seek her for their own Ane
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137 And the old man, lone again, St
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139 PROLOGUE, delivered in the Norw
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141 Yes, and what’s worst is, —
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143 Of our songster-faring, songste
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145 No, royal Copenhagen, when all
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147 That at last you must have died
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149 Thue, a Norwegian grammar schoo
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151 Her bosom rose and fell. Now sh
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153 Snug lodging for all that. And
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155 Snow-glare makes a better showi
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157 He had heard my every wordless
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159 But thanks for your kind intent
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161 Seemed to beckon me so near. Oh
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163 Deep its furrows In the greybea
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165 Yes, should the need to fend th
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167 ON THE DEATH OF J. L. HEIBERG N
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169 And then there were few who’d
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171 The smallest cutter that he cou
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173 An east wind was rising, so Eng
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175 Then cried Terje Vigen: “You
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177 He waved his sou’wester and s
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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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