Poems by Henrik Johan Ibsen
The Miner
... From the mountain's unplumbed night, ...
Wildflowers And Hothouse-plants
... " No doubt it were more in the current tone ...
Mountain Life
... But o'er the smouldering cloud-wrack's flow, ...
Burnt Ships
... From the sun-warmed lowland ...
Wildflowers And Hot-House Plants
... " No doubt it were more in the current tone ...
In the Picture Gallery
... The eighteenth year rolled ...
A Brother In Need
... The words that seemed as if they rushed ...
To The Survivors
... Trolls he smote in hard-fought fields ...
With A Water-Lily
... Child, beware the tarn-fed stream ...
Thanks
... My fires when they dwindle ...
Gone
... House, garden, street, ...
