| Illustrations for tale-poem "Toldi" |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
| Like shepherd�s fire�s glowing in autumnal dark night,
Flaming in the farness: in the plain a spot-light: Face of Mikl�s Toldi flashes before my eyes Just for nine-ten descents in the past olden times. Methinks as I could see his robust figure there, In ravaging combat his lance-thrusts in welter, And as I could hear his thundering and wild cry, That you could believe now: this must be the Lord�s ire. item of poem "Toldi" |