THE COLLECTED POEMS OF HENRIK IBSEN Translated by John ...

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286 Song at Madam Hoff’s Grave 134 To Woman at the Fourth Great Song Festival 134 Song at the Gymnastic Festival 135 4 th July 1859 135 The People’s Grief 137 Prologue delivered in the Norwegian Theatre 139 The Storm-Petrel 140 The Students’ Greeting to King Charles 141 At the Graveside of Ole Carelius Schulrud 142 At the Dedication of the Choral Banner 142 Open Letter to H. Ø. Blom 143 Lines Dashed off to H. Ø. Blom 146 Upland Life 149 On the Heights 150 Prologue in the Student Union Theatre 159 Epilogue at Mr and Mrs Døvle’s Benefit Performance 160 To Professor A. M. Schweigaard 161 To Parliament 162 Song at the Shooting Match at Ladegaardssøen 163 Song at the Military Ball on King Charles’ Coronation Day 164 Song for the Swedish Parliamentary Coronation Delegation 165 Song to Swedish Members of Parliament 166 On the Death of J. L. Heiberg 167 Terje Vigen 168 Mr Bucher’s Benefit Appearance 177 Peril at Sea 178 Song at the Celebration of Klingenberg 182 Song for the University’s at the Fiftieth Anniversary Celebration 183 Prologue at the Norwegian Theatre’s Special Performance 184 Captain Steenstrup’s Fifty-Fourth Birthday 186 17 th May 1862 187 At the Rally of Scandinavian Students in Lund 188 Song at the Students’ Return from the Rally in Copenhagen 189 The Pasture-Hut on Dronningbjerget 190 Complications 190 Song at the Student Union Celebration 191 With a Water-Lily 192 Song at the Student Union Ball 193 Song at the Installation of the Busts of Wergerland and Welhaven 193 Song at the Society of Art’s Reception for Chr. Jørgensen 194 A Tribute to Song 195 On a Singing Trip 196 The Student Union’s Fiftieth Anniversary Celebration 197 For Norway! 198 To Frederick the Seventh’s Memory 200 Poems Abroad From the Dybbøl Days 201 The Power of Memory 202 From my Home Life 202
287 Gone! 203 A Swan 203 The Gulley 204 A Church 204 Abraham Lincoln’s Murder 205 The Epic Brand 207 In a Young Composer’s Album 244 An Album-Poem 244 In the Gallery 244 To my Friend the Revolutionary Orator 245 Burden of Majesty 246 At Port-Said 248 Balloon Letter to a Swedish Lady 249 To Frederik Hegel 258 Judas 259 Rhyme Letter to Fru Heiberg 259 Thanks 265 The Burnt Ship 266 The Change in Direction 266 At the Millennial Celebrations 268 At a Wedding 272 A Verse Letter 273 At Amalie Holck’s Bier 276 Song of Greeting to Sweden 277 Far Distant 279 To Miss Emma Klingenfeld 281 A Verse 282 Stars in Nebula 282 They Sat There, Those Two — 282 My Fatherland 283 With Brand to a One-Year Old Ba<strong>by</strong> Girl 283
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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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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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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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