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ALEXANDER KISFALUDY.
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II. DAL. 168.
Olly szükséges szivemnek Ö́.
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.
