Jeg jubler af Fryd paa fremmed Strand
Jeg jubler af Fryd paa fremmed Strand,
Men Glæden har Taarer i Hjemmets Land.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Gud Fader i Himlen, hvor er Du dog god!
Gud Fader i Himlen, hvor er Du dog god!
Jeg føler dit Aandedrag gjennem mit Blod.
Du løfter, Du leder, beskjermer og glæder,
Dit Smiil er selv i de Taarer, jeg græder.
Hvor Verden er deilig, og Mennesket med!
Ja, Ordet, som skabte, er Kjærlighed!
Jeg lever, jeg jubler, min Fryd er saa stor,
At jeg i Dig paa en Evighed troer;
Og var selv mit Liv kun den flygtende Stund,
Det var dog et Kys af din Fadermund.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Tullin
Ved Spøg gleed Vintren hen i muntert Lag,
Kun Snillet man til Tempelpræst udkaarer.
Du bragte Skovens Grønt paa Maiens Dag,
Og lærte: der er ogsaa Fryd i Taarer
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Storken er reist til fremmed' Land
Storken er reist til fremmed' Land, Spurven boer i dens Rede;
Løvet falder, men Bærret staaer redt paa den sorte Hede.
Taagen ligger saa kold og klam, Vedet fældes i Skoven,
Bonden gaaer paa den vaade Mark, vælter Jorden med Ploven.
Over de sorte Muldvarpskud flyver en vildsom Svale,
Skjuler sig mellem Mosens Rør, kan ei synge, ei tale.
Draaben falder saa kold og tung ned fra Træernes Grene;
Minderne leve, uden dem følte sig Hjertet ene.
Som Oceanets dybe Ro førend Stormene stige,
Ja, som et Havblik er der i hele Naturens Rige,
Havblik, Forbudet paa en Storm, snart den stiger med Vælde,
Da skal Skoven staae som et Vrag, alt de Masterne fælde.
Tomhed breder sig meer og meer, her er ei Fryd, ei Smerte;
Livstomt staaer den stolte Naturs svulmende Digterhjerte.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Skovbal
Den friske, varme Sommerluft
Beaander Danmarks Sletter,
Nu hvert et Blad er fyldt med Duft,
Vi har de lyse Nætter;
Orangelandets Alfehær
Besøger Nordens Bøgetræer,
Da er her skjønt at være!
De vinke os fra Byens Muur,
Og gjerne Hjertet kommer,
Thi skjønnest er dog Guds Natur
Vor korte smukke Sommer;
Brat hvirvler den i Tidens Strøm,
Thi nyde vi den smukke Drøm,
Hos den er godt at være!
Her Træerne med Blad ved Blad
Et Telt-Tag for os bygge,
Her Hjertet føler sig saa glad,
Og jubler i sin Lykke,
Det føler ret: vort Liv er smukt,
Det griber Glæden i dens Flugt,
Hos den er godt at være!
De lyse Sommernætter døe,
Alt vexler, som vor Lykke!
Vi spredes selv paa Verdens Ø
I Solskin og i Skygge;
Men hver en skyldfri Glæde her
Er ved Erindringen os kjær,
I hvor vi monne være!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Land, Ho!
I know ’tis but a loom of land,
Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice,
I know I cannot hear His voice
Upon the shore, nor see Him stand;
Yet is it land, ho! land.
The land! the land! the lovely land!
‘Far off,’ dost say? Far off—ah, blessèd home!
Farewell! farewell! thou salt sea-foam!
Ah, keel upon the silver sand—
Land, ho! land.
You cannot see the land, my land,
You cannot see, and yet the land is there—
My land, my land, through murky air—
I did not say ’twas close at hand—
But—land, ho! land.
Dost hear the bells of my sweet land,
Dost hear the kine, dost hear the merry birds?
No voice, ’tis true, no spoken words,
No tongue that thou may’st understand—
Yet is it land, ho! land.
It’s clad in purple mist, my land,
In regal robe it is apparellèd,
A crown is set upon its head,
And on its breast a golden band—
Land, ho! land.
Dost wonder that I long for land?
My land is not a land as others are—
Upon its crest there beams a star,
And lilies grow upon the strand—
Land, ho! land.
Give me the helm! there is the land!
Ha! lusty mariners, she takes the breeze!
And what my spirit sees it sees—
Leap, bark, as leaps the thunderbrand—
Land, ho! land.
poem by Thomas Edward Brown
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Hilsen af norske og svenske Frivillige, som deeltoge i Kampen de to første Krigsaar
Velsignet er den Dag i Dag!
Velkommen Kammerater, brave!
I har sat Danmarks Led i Lave,
Stærkt Gjærdet blev ved hvert et Slag.
— Glad Norsk og Svensk sig stilled' begge
Med Dannebrog i Danskens Række;
Fostbroderligt flød Nordens Blod;
Vi er jo samme Slægt og Rod.
Og derfor nu med Hjemmets Flag,
Som mellem Dannebrog vi svinge,
Vi Hilsner fra vor Hjemstavn bringe;
Gud var med Danmarks gode Sag.
Høit Glædens Kirkeklokker klinge,
De Løver mellem Hjerter springe;
Den Graad, som nu i Øiet staaer,
I Sang vil straale tusind' Aar.
Naar Sørgebud fra Danmark klang,
Hvor Birken groer og under Fjeldet,
For Danmarks Nød blev Taarer fælded';
Nu lyder Nordens Fryde-Sang,
Igjennem Kattegat og Sundet
Den bruser: „Dansken Sei'r har vundet!"
Velkommen brave Kammerat!
Hurra, den tappre Landsoldat!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Johanne Drewsen og C. von Krieger
Ved Sundet, hvor Alverdens Skibe møde
For fulde Seil, nær Skov og Kjæmpehøi,
Der fad med Øine blaae og Kinder røde
En lille Pige med sit Legetøi;
Da kom en Officeer, saa ung, saa prægtig,
Han var i Garden, han var Husets Gjæst.
Og saa kom Tiden — Tiden, den er mægtig,
Den tænkte — men ei de — paa Bryllups Fest.
Paa Heden, hvor den yngste By her hjemme
Skjød op, da Dygtighedens Magt det bød,
Johanne sang med klar og sjælfuld Stemme,
Og til eet Hjerte allermeest det lød;
En Melodi, den varsled' Livets Lykke,
Den klang ved Sollys og ved maanklar Nat,
Den fulgte til Alhambras Pinie-Skygge
Som Hjemmets kjære, allerbedste Skat.
Spind Livets Silke! Den Betydning være
Der i, at Festen staaer paa Silkeborg;
Den grønne Myrte Sølv og Guld vil bære
Igjennem Aar, omsuust af Fryd og Sorg;
Ja, Sorger komme, men for Kjærligheden
Er der i Verden ingen Sorg for tung.
Byg op et Hjem, et lille jordisk Eden,
Hvor Kjærligheden altid bliver ung!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Do The Strand
there's a new sensation, a fabulous creation
a danceable solution to teenage revolution
do the strand, love, when you feel love
it's the new way, that's why we say
do the strand
do it on the tables, quaglino's place or mabel's
slow and gentle, sentimental
all styles served here, louis seize he prefers
laissez-faire le strand
tired of the tango, fed up with fandango
dance on moonbeams, slide on rainbows
in furs or blue jeans, you know what i mean
do the strand
.....
we're playing our tune by the pale moon
we're incognito down the lido
and we like the strand
had your fill of quadrilles, the madison and cheap thrills
bored with the beguine, the samba isn't your scene
if you feel blue look through who's who
see la goulue and nijinsky
do the strandsky
weary of the waltz, mashed potato schmaltz
the sphinx and mona lisa, lolita and guernica
rhododendron is a nice flower
evergreen it lasts forever but it can't beat the strand power
do the strand
song performed by by Alphaville
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A. Oehlenschläger
Aladdins Slot med Sølv og Guld Du satte,
Dit Digter-Slot har dog langt større Skatte:
En Verden med Bedrift, med Fryd og Sorg.
Vi følge Hakon Jarl til Thoras Borg;
I Trondhjems Kirke Axel Valborg mister,
Bag Skovens Hang Coreggios Hjerte brister,
Den lille Hyrdedreng vi følge vil,
I Skoven see vi paa dit Aftenspil.
Vi dele med Amine Fryd og Sorg,
Ved Maan'skin gaae vi til din Røverborg,
Stolt Nordens Guder sees paa Nattens Sky,
Du har til Livet kaldt dem frem paany,
De dele med Dig, hvad Du selv dem gav:
Et evigt Navn, der trodser Død og Grav.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Throwing me away
As missing the world sent away
I begin beckoning
Missing the world
The boring world came closer one strand by one strand
That one strand and one strand pierce me
I just start to beckon, though
Since I can't hold my heart
I struggle toward that world with trembling heart
Until the whole world is mine
You have to be mine
poem by Chulsoo Kim
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Danmark, mit Fædreland
I Danmark er jeg født, der har jeg hjemme,
Der har jeg Rod, derfra min Verden gaaer.
Du danske Sprog, Du er min Moders Stemme,
Saa sødt velsignet Du mit Hjerte naaer.
Du danske friske Strand,
Hvor Oldtids Kjæmpegrave
Staae mellem Æblegaard og Humlehave,
Dig elsker jeg! — Danmark, mit Fædreland!
Hvor reder Sommeren vel Blomstersengen
Meer rigt end her, ned til den aabne Strand?
Hvor staaer Fuldmaanen over Kløver-Engen
Saa deilig, som i Bøgens Fædreland?
Du danske friske Strand,
Hvor Dannebrogen vaier, -
Gud gav os den — Gud giv den bedste Seier! -
Dig elsker jeg! — Danmark, mit Fædreland!
Engang Du Herre var i hele Norden,
Bød over England — nu Du kaldes svag,
Et lille Land, — og dog saa vidt om Jorden
End høres Danskens Sang og Meiselslag.
Du danske friske Strand, -
Plovjernet Guldhorn finder, -
Gud giv Dig Fremtid, som han gav Dig Minder,
Dig elsker jeg! — Danmark, mit Fædreland!
Du Land, hvor jeg blev født, hvor jeg har hjemme,
Hvor jeg har Rod, hvorfra min Verden gaaer,
Hvor Sproget er min Moders bløde Stemme,
Og som en sød Musik mit Hjerte naaer.
Du danske friske Strand
Med vilde Svaners Rede,
I grønne Øer, mit Hjertes Hjem hernede,
Dig elsker jeg! — Danmark, mit Fædreland!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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To The Land
To the land of bribes,
To the land of telephones,
To the land of corruptions,
To the land of trains,
To the land of shops,
To the land of thieves,
To the land of connections,
To the land of drugs,
To the land of trucks,
To the land of cats,
To the land of Banks,
To the land of dogs, To the land of footballers,
To the land of dragons,
To the land of hope,
To the land of ice-cream,
To the land of potatoes,
To the land of chocolates,
To the land of tomatoes,
To the land of apples,
To the land of coffee,
To the land of lights,
To the land of ships,
To the land of birds,
To the land of tigers,
To the land of carpets,
To the land of pillows,
To the land of lions,
TO the land of toys,
To the land of horses,
To the land of beds,
To the land of roses,
To the land of love,
To the land of passion,
To the land of romance;
I never new women do snore until i married one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Do The Strand
(ferry)
Theres a new sensation
A fabulous creation
A danceable solution
To teenage revolution
Do the strand love
When you feel love
Its the new way
Thats why we say
Do the strand
Do it on the tables
Quaglinos place or mabels
Slow and gentle
Sentimental
All styles served here
Louis seize he prefer
Laissez-faire le strand
Tired of the tango
Fed up with fandango
Dance on moonbeams
Slide on rainbows
In furs or blue jeans
You know what I mean
Do the strand
Had your fill of quadrilles
The madison and cheap thrills
Bored with the beguine
The samba isnt your scene
Theyre playing our tune
By the pale moon
Were incognito
Down the lido
And we like the strand
Arabs at oasis
Eskimos and chinese
If you feel blue
Look through whos who
See la goulue
And nijinsky
Do the strandsky
Weary of the waltz
And mashed potato schmaltz
Rhododendron
Is a nice flower
Evergreen
It lasts forever
But it cant beat strand power
The sphynx and mona lisa
Lolita and guernica
Did the strand
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Song Of The Silent Land. (From The German Of Salis)
Into the Silent Land!
Ah! who shall lead us thither?
Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,
And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand.
Who leads us with a gentle hand
Thither, O thither,
Into the Silent Land?
Into the Silent Land!
To you, ye boundless regions
Of all perfection! Tender morning-visions
Of beauteous souls! The Future's pledge and band!
Who in Life's battle firm doth stand,
Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms
Into the Silent Land!
O Land! O Land!
For all the broken-hearted
The mildest herald by our faith allotted,
Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand
To lead us with a gentle hand
Into the land of the great Departed,
Into the Silent Land!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Med en Pibe
I Ægtestandens søde Fryd
Faaer Piben nok en anden Lyd.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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The Land Of Nowhere
Do you know where the summer blooms all the year 'round,
Where there never is rain on a pic-nic day?
Where the thornless rose in its beauty blows
And little boys never are called from play?
Then, oh! hey! it is far away-
In the wonderful land of Nowhere.
Would you like to live where nobody scolds,
Where you never are told 'it is time for bed,'
Where you learn without trying and laugh without crying,
Where snarls never pull when they comb your head?
Then, oh! hey! it is far away
In the wonderful land of Nowhere.
Do you long to dwell where you never need wait,
Where no one is punished or made to cry,
Where a supper of cakes is not followed by aches
And little folks thrive on a diet of pie?
Then, oh! hey! you must go away
To the wonderful land of Nowhere.
You must drift down the river of idle dreams,
Close to the border of No-man's-land.
For a year and a day you must sail away
And then you will come to an unknown strand
And oh! hey! if you get there-stay
In the wonderful land of Nowhere!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Only Land For Me (A currency Lad)
Prate not to me of foreign strand,
Of beauty o'er the sea -
"This is my own - my native land" -
The only land for me!
The only land for me
The only land for me
"This is my own - my native land" -
The only land for me!
I love to roam, like a wild gazelle,
O'er my native mountains blue,
And wildly, thro' the woody dell,
Chase the bounding kangaroo!
The bounding kangaroo
The bounding kangaroo
And wildly thro' the woody dell
Chase the bounding kangaroo!
I've rode upon the stormy wave,
I've danc'd aboon the sea;
And where's the pleasure that it gave
Like my native land to me?
My native land to me
My native land to me
And where's the pleasure that it gave
Like my native land to me?
poem by Anonymous Oceania
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J. Rein
Du tegned' Blomsten som den groer paa Vang,
Du smiilte gjennem Taarer, naar Du sang.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Flock Of Shorn
Tell me where she is and let me look for her,
Because she is perfumed with myrrh and frankincense;
And behold! ! The bed of roses is what she lays on.
Your teeth are like the flock of Shorn which came up from the washing,
And like the beauty of your bed well laid last night in the land of peace;
For, your speech is comely and, your lips are like a strand of scarlet.
Tell me where she is and, i will look for her!
For the beauty of this land is like the beauty of the rainbow;
And, i need to know much about her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Land
This is my land
Calm and quiet
This is my land
Come and try it
This is my land
No contradicting
This is my land
Everything living
This is my land
Everything together
This is my land
We sing in good weather
This is my land
Everything's connected
This is my land
Nothing's tethered…
Yet
This is my land
It's getting darker
This is my land
Vanished
Beside us-
Not just me,
Us
If you want my land to change,
Our land has to change first
If we work together
We can bring my land back