Janos Arany Poems

Edward the king, the English king,
Bestrides his tawny steed,
'For I will see if Wales,' said he,
'Accepts my rule indeed.
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I have no shame, no regret
That born Hungarian, I write
As one, that I can never let
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Elizabeth
Szilágyi
swiftly wrote a letter;
it was moist
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My soul is clanging like a cimbalom gone mad;
My heart indeed is joyful, but by its pangs unnerved,
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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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