Poetry of the Magyars; Preceded by a Sketch of the Language and Literature of Hungary and Transylvania (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1830 Excerpt: ...Glance thro' nature's flowery hall; So she glides--a graceful fairy, Thro' the mazes of the ball. O how stately are her paces O how princely is her gait All her path is led by graces, Light and beauty on her wait. And those lips that smile so brightly, And that breast that heaves so lightly; On how many hearts did she Fling the chains of slavery I. DAL. 172. T ged' latlak az Egeknek. In-the blue horizon's beaming, Thee, sweet maid alone I see; In the silver wavelets streaming, Thee, sweet maiden only thee. Thee, in day's resplendent noonlight, Glancing from the sun afar; Thee, in midnight's softer moonlight; Thee, in every trembling star. Wheresoe'er I go, I meet thee; Wheresoe'er I stay, I greet thee; Following always--everywhere: Cruel maiden O, forbear I. DAL. 176. Szclid Mfizsak jol tudom en. Muses honour her--the sweetest--Her by smiling graces nurst; Music when the fair thou greetest, Greet her fairest--greet her first. I have seen her bright eyes glisten When the poet touch'd his chord; Yet she will not deign to listen To mine unobtrusive word. Maiden wherefore so capricious? Is the minstrel too ambitious? Doth his silence please thy will? Listen, maiden he is still. II. DAL. 16. Mas a' Viliig' abiazattya. All the bright world's charms seem brighter, All the frowns of grief are gone; Livelier beats my heart--and lighter; Sweeter is my harp's sweet tone. Life's fresh spring is renovated, Bliss finds wings of pride and power, Nobler passions are created, Being's struggles upward tower: I, a new-born life possessing, Lov'd and loving--bless'd and blessing--Darkening thoughts have pass'd away, All is new delight and day. II. DAL. 41. Tlc jonnek, Hozza teruek. Thou of all my thoughts' vibrations Art the origin and end; All my spirit's agi...