Love
Himfy's Loves, II. Song 168
Translated by John Bowring (1830) · From Poetry of the Magyars (1830)
Tell me, can the human breast
Live—no breath, no air inspiring?
Can the soul of man be blest
If sweet love pour not its fire in?
What to life are soul and spirit,
Is the glow of love to me;
Loveless, what do I inherit—
What? but blank mortality.
Love, smile on! and fears and dangers
To my bosom shall be strangers;
Roll the storm, and fall the rain—
All their menaces are vain.
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MLA
Kisfaludy, Sándor. “Himfy's Loves, II. Song 168.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/kisfaludy_s/14/.
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Kisfaludy, Sándor. “Himfy's Loves, II. Song 168.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/kisfaludy_s/14/.
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