Love
Himfy's Loves, I. Song 176
Translated by John Bowring (1830) · From Poetry of the Magyars (1830)
Muses! honour her—the sweetest—
Her by smiling graces nurst;
Music! when the fair thou greetest,
Greet her fairest—greet her first.
I have seen her bright eyes glisten
When the poet touch'd his chord;
Yet she will not deign to listen
To mine unobtrusive word.
Maiden! wherefore so capricious?
Is the minstrel too ambitious?
Doth his silence please thy will?
Listen, maiden! he is still.
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MLA
Kisfaludy, Sándor. “Himfy's Loves, I. Song 176.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/kisfaludy_s/7/.
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Kisfaludy, Sándor. “Himfy's Loves, I. Song 176.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/kisfaludy_s/7/.
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