This page needs to be proofread.
LORENZO ORCZY.
35
Than all these follies. Come I—night or day—
Splash'd, streaming, soak'd, and even with forty guests,
I am as welcome as a monarch coming
To peace unbroken: then thy oven gives
Bread finer than Keskemeths,[1] and thy vaults
Flow with the richest of Kőrösian[2] wines.
O let the pilgrim rest in thy sweet shades!
[The above is from a modernized version of Kazinczy.]
- ↑ A town in the Pesth district, renowned for the peculiar excellence of its bread.
- ↑ Kőrös, the name of many villages in Hungary and Transylvania. It is a favorite name in poetry. I am not aware which Kőrös is particularly distinguished for its wines. Altenburg in Transylvania is Korösbanya in the Magyar.
D 2
