Cosmopolitan poetry (Janos Arany Poems)
I have no shame, no regretThat born Hungarian, I writeAs one, that I can never letMy words beyond this soil ...
I have no shame, no regretThat born Hungarian, I writeAs one, that I can never letMy words beyond this soil ...
The doom is imminent of unholy hate. Hail to the light that glimmers where the leaves Are shaken by winds of dawning, ...
IN London Town men love and hate,And find Death tragic soon or late,Just in the old unreasoning way,As if they ...
Daft Ailie cam' in by the auld brig-en' As the sunlicht, saft an' sweet,Fell doon on the laigh, white wa's ...
Rose-red for the banner of love, And a blush for the cheek of the bride; To the valleys and hills ...
(_By Sir Giles, whom the Witch of Urm leads to Judas Iscariot_) Against a castle moated gloomily by a bitter ...
" There was ten men hauling on the lee fore brace In the rain an' the drivin' hail, An' the ...
The burn was big wi' spate,An' there cam' tum'lin' doonTapsalteerie the half o' a gate,Wi' an auld fish-hake an' a ...
Mother-in-law:IF I had knownAfore you wur wedT' sort that you wurI wud have saidLiefer nor wed youI'd see my son ...
Blackthorn winter is over and done with(Pale gold sunsets and brimming rivers,And the robin's note where the bare copse shivers);And ...
RICHARD RYDER! Awake! Awake!Let's go a-ridin' to-day;Fra' t' risin' of t' sun, to t' settin' of moon-Up an' away an' ...
(Foot-Service to the Hills) In the name of the Empress of India, make way, O Lords of the Jungle, wherever ...
IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
1 When the world turns completely upside down You say we'll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from ...
Why need we newer arms invent, Poor peoples to destroy? With what we have let's be content And perfect their ...
Fearing that she might go one day With some fine fellow of her choice, I called her from her childish ...
Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too late. Tell me, O ...
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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