“With the vigour of giant forefathers in his veins, Björnstjerne Björnson, ever a fighter, has for months made a valiant stand against death. But even the mightiest chieftain must at last take what the sagas call his bane-wound; and at last the brave white head lies low.
Europen literature has suffered no such loss since the death of Victor Hugo. Greater men have there been in this department or that, but none that was a master in so many fields, none that lavished his genius so inexhaustibly in the service of his country and of humanity.”
Willam Archer: ‘BJÖRNSTJERNE BJÖRNSON’ in The Athenæum, London: 1910
