Sándor Petőfi: “The Magyar Noble,” Original and Updated in Light of the NPI Suppression in Budapest
By Sándor Petőfi THE MAGYAR NOBLE. A MAGYAR NEMES. The sword which once my fathers bore, Hangs on the wall and gleams no more, Rust covers it instead of gore. I am a Magyar noble. I never work and never will, The thought of labor makes me ill. Peasant, ‘t is thou the earth must till. […]




