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PROLOGUE"1 now remember times long pass'd away,When the good Nicholas Toldi had his day."— llosvaiAs on an autumn night a herdsman's fireAcross the sea-like prairie flashes higher,So Nicholas Toldi to my gaze is castOut of his time, ten generations past.1 seem to see his stateliness of height,And his stout lance in devastating fight;I seem to hear the thunders of his voice,Like the loud tongue that God's deep wrath employs.That was a man, a hero of the best;His match lives not to-day from east to west;If from his grave he rose to you and me.You'd think his deeds were wrought by sorcery.Three men to-day could not lift up his maceOr set his sling-stones or his lance in place;You would turn pale to see his massy shieldAnd his gigantic jack-boots, spurry-heel'd.
CANTO ONE"He lifted, with one hand, a massive pole,To point the way to Buda, then their goal."— llosvai.Sun-scorch'd, the spare heath-grass is brown indeed,Grasshoppers there in lanquid cohorts feed;Among the bulrush-rootstocks nought is seenOf sprouting grass; nor is the prairie green.A dozen farm-hands in the hay-stack's shadeAre snoring, as if all were well array'd;Yet, empty or half-fill'd, big hay-carts standIn idleness amid that summer land.The lean fork of a draw-well, long and bleak,Looks deep into the well, its draughts to seek.You'd think it an enormous gnat, whom dearthHad sent to suck the blood of Mother Earth.Beside the trough, a herd of oxen lies,Parch'd, and molested by a host of flies;But with the noon-day heat the men are spent,And none draws water for their discontent.As far as glance can scan the earth and sky,Only one waking person can you spy;A mighty pole on his broad shoulder swings.Although upon his chin no down yet clings.Fix'd on the high-road is his dreaming gaze,As if he yearn'd for other, distant ways.You would consider him a living post.Set on that hillock where two highways cross'd.Why do you stand, my fair lad, in the heat?You see the others snore in soft retreat;The dogs lie on the grass, tongues lolling out.And would not dream of chasing mice about.Haven't you ever felt a wind as hot,As this, that soon will wrestle on this spot.And, licking up the road, seem to invokeFrom dust a chimney's belch'd-forth clouds of smoke?
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