János Arany March 2, 1817—October 22, 1882), was a Hungarian journalist, writer, poet, and translator. He is often said to be the "Shakespeare of ballads" – he wrote more than 40 ballads which have been translated into over 50 languages, as well as the Toldi trilogy, to mention his most famous works.
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Janos Arany Poems
The Bard Of Wales
Edward the king, the English king, Bestrides his tawny steed, 'For I will see if Wales,' said he, 'Accepts my rule indeed.
I have no shame, no regret That born Hungarian, I write As one, that I can never let
The Mother Of King Matthias
Elizabeth Szilágyi swiftly wrote a letter; it was moist
The sun shrivels up the sparse alkali flats, parched herds of grasshoppers are grazing about - not a new blade in all the the stubble, not a handbreadth
Reply To Petőfi
My soul is clanging like a cimbalom gone mad; My heart indeed is joyful, but by its pangs unnerved,
Vojtina’s Ars Poetica (extract)
Mendacem oporrer esse memorem. Poets should read that: it applies to them, It fits my metre, and it hits the mark.
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The Bard Of Wales
Edward the king, the English king,
Bestrides his tawny steed,
'For I will see if Wales,' said he,
'Accepts my rule indeed.
'Are stream and mountain fair to see?
Are meadow grasses good?
Do corn-lands bear a crop more rare
Since wash'd with rebel's blood?
'And are the wretched people there,
Whose insolence I broke
As happy as the oxen are
Beneath the driver's yoke?
'In truth this Wales, Sire, is a gem,
The fairest in your crown:
The stream and field rich harvest yield,
And fair and dale and down.
'And all the wretched people ...