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Johnson, Samuel: Idyll

Portre of Johnson, Samuel

Idyll (English)

"Hermit hoar, in solemn cell,

Wearing out life's evening gray,

Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell,

What is bliss, and which the way ? "

 

Thus I spoke and speaking sigh’d,

Scarce repressed the starting tear ;

When the willing sage reply’d—

"Come, my lad; and drink some beer ! "



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Idill (Hungarian)

Ősz remete, cellád ölén,        

e léted nyűvő estelen 

- szavadra, jó Bölcs! - kérdlek én:    

mi a boldogság, s hol lelem?

           

Így szólék, s keblem epede,  

könnyem is elcsorranna már,

de szól az ősz, bölcs remete: 

„Jer, fiam, egy kis sört igyál."



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