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Milton, John: Cromwellhez (To the Lord General Cromwell in Hungarian)

Portre of Milton, John

To the Lord General Cromwell (English)

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud,

Not of war only, but detractions rude,

Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,

To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed,

And on the neck of crownèd Fortune proud

Hast reared God’s trophies, and His work pursued,

While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued,

And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud,

And Worchester’s laureate wreath: yet much remains

To conquer still; peace hath her victories

No less renowned than war: new foes arise,

Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains.

Help us to save free conscience from the paw

Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.

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Cromwellhez (Hungarian)

Cromwell, te legfőbb emberünk, a vad

csatákon és vad rágalmakon át

elérted békénk igazabb honát,

hová a Hit s a Hatalom halad.

Az Isten műve készül általad,

legyőzted érte gőgös Fortunát,

Dunbar-mező neked fú harsonát,

a Darwen habja skót vértől dagad,

s babér koszorúz; de te még sokat

hódíthatsz, mert a béke harca szebb.

Ránk törnek; tedd, hogy ne ismerje meg

szabad lelkünk a földi láncokat:

üvöltő farkasok tanítanák

a fog és bendő evangéliumát.

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