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Blake, William: London (London in Hungarian)

Portre of Blake, William

London (English)

I wander thro' each charter'd street,

Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

 

In every cry of every Man,

In every Infant's cry of fear,

In every voice, in every ban,

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

 

How the Chimney-sweeper's cry

Every black'ning Church appalls;

And the hapless Soldier's sigh

Runs in blood down Palace walls.

 

But most thro' midnight streets I hear

How the youthful Harlot's curse

Blasts the new born Infant's tear,

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.



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Source of the quotationhttp://www.poetryfoundation.org

London (Hungarian)

Sikátor mélyén lépdelek

A Temze partjához közel,

És minden arcon jel remeg,

Bűn és bánat marta jel.

 

Gyerekhangból, ha fél, eseng,

S ha jaj sikolt a férfiból,

Panaszból, átokból, ha zeng,

Az értelem bilincse szól.

 

Kéményseprő hangja száll,

S templomot rémítve kél,

Omlik paloták falán

Zsoldos hangja, mint a vér.

 

És hallom, amint éjféltájt

Ifjú szajha csecsemőt

Átkoz és dögvészt kiált

Megposhadt hitvesek előtt.



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Source of the quotationhttp://www.mta.hu/fileadmin/2008/04/GergelyA.pdf

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