Uri nemzet eredete </br> Deli, jeles, ép termete ... - Ferenc Faludi

Would I could fell that giant grove! </br> Would I could reach that flitting dove!

Thou gay-plumed bird, whose never-bridled flight </br> O'er field, o'er forest, is one long delight; </br> Were I a gay-plumed bird, how blest 'twould be </br> Thy songs to sing, to fly, to rest with thee, </br> Thou gay-plumed bird!

To Love no more my vows I'll bring, </br> For Love is such a dangerous thing; </br> There's poison hid in every dart, </br> And canker-worms in every heart, </br> Where Love doth dwell.