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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: Voices From Eger

  Voices From Eger.[2] EGRI HANGOK. Snow on the earth, clouds in the sky! Who cares? Let it be so. None need to marvel, for this is The winter’s daily show. To tell the truth, I could not tell When …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: Who Would Believe

  Who Would Believe. KI GONDOLNÁ. Who would believe that on this plain A few weeks since two armies stood, Engaged in fierce, destructive fight, Drenching the country with their blood? A direful day it was throughout, Fighting foe here, …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: At The End Of September

  At The End Of September. SZEPTEMBER VÉGÉN.   The garden flowers still blossom in the vale, Before our house the poplars still are green; But soon the mighty winter will prevail; Snow is already in the mountains seen. The …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: IF GOD

  IF GOD. HA AZ ISTEN. If God Almighty thus would speak to me: “My son, I grant permisson unto thee To have thy death as thou thyself shalt say;” Thus unto my Creator I would pray; Let it be …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: I Dreamed Of Wars

  I Dreamed Of Wars. HÁBORURÓL ÁLMODÁM. I dreamed of wars last night, the Magyar Called to battle, as in times of old; The heralds made loud proclamation And the bloody sabre did uphold. A sacred fire forthwith was kindled …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: I Dream of Gory Days

  I Dream of Gory Days. VÉRES NAPOKRÓL ÁLMODÁM. I dream of dread and gory days, Which come, this world to chaos casting, While o’er its ruined works and ways, The new world rises everlasting. Could I but hear, could …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: FROM AFAR

  FROM AFAR. TÁVOLBÓL. A house stands by the Danube far away, To me so dear, I think of it all day; The fond remembrance of that spot so dear, Will ever make my heart well with the tear. Had …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: At Home

  At Home. HAZÁMBAN. Beautiful home, upon thy wide-spread plain Expands a waving field of golden grain, Whereon the mirage plays, O country dear, Knowest thou still, thy son, now pining here? ‘Tis long ago since welcome rest I found …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: On A Railroad

  On A Railroad. VASUTON. I am in raptures, happy, gay; Glorious scenes now greet this eye. Only the birds ere now could fly, But men can also fly to day. Fleet-winged thought or venturous mind, We’ll in the race …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: Ragged Heroes

  Ragged Heroes. RONGYOS VITÉZEK.   I also could with rhythm and rhyme My poems clothe and deck them out, Just as a dandy it behooves To dress for some gay ball or rout.   But then, these cherished thoughts of …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: I am a Magyar

  I AM A MAGYAR. MAGYAR VAGYOK.   A Magyar I! The splendor of my land Naught can surpass. She is the loveliest Upon the globe, and countless as the sand The beauties are she bears upon her breast. In …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: Farewell

  FAREWELL. BÚCSU.   Toward the end of the year 1848. The sun had hardly dawned, when, lo! it set. I had but come, and now I must depart. Scarce had I time to greet and kiss thee, dear, When …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: War-Song

  WAR-SONG. CSATADAL. The trumpets blare, drums beat a call; Our boys go forth to fight or fall: Forward! The bullets whistle, sabres clash, This fills the Magyar with firm dash: Forward! May freedom’s flag wave on the height, That …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: National Song

  NATIONAL SONG. NEMZETI DAL. Rise, Magyar! is the country’s call: The time has come, say one and all: Shall we be slaves, shall we be free? This is the question, now agree! For by the Magyar’s God above We …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: In My Native Land

  In My Native Land . SZÜLŐFÖLDEMEN. This landscape fills my heart with thrilling joy; Here years ago I dwelt, a happy boy; Here was I born, in this fair village-place; I yet recall my dear old nurse’s face; Her …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: The Thought Torments Me

  THE THOUGHT TORMENTS ME. EGY GONDOLAT BÁNT ENGEMET. The thought torments me sore, lest I Upon a pillowed couch should die, – Should slowly fade like the fair flower Whose heart the gnawing worms devour; Or, like the light …

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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: MY SONGS

  MY SONGS. DALAIM. Oft am I sunk in deepest thought, Although my musings bring me naught; My thoughts then o’er my country fly, Fly o’er the earth, rise to the sky. The songs which from my lips then roll …

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