Until he hears Apollo's call
To make a hallowed sacrifice,
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Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
I hear Aragva's roar.
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The charm and sweetness of his magic verse
Will mock the envious years for centuries!
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Although her load is sometimes heavy,
The coach moves at an easy pace;
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Through the Steppes, see there he glances!
Silent flood glad hailed by me,--
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In bygone days when life's array -
The sweet song of the nightingale
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Beyond compare the monument I have erected,
And to this spirit column well-worn the people's path,--
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With the hostile camp in skirmish
Our men once were changing shot,
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I still recall the wondrous moment
When you appeared before my eyes,
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I remember a marvellous instant,
Unto me bending down from above,
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Rich the first flower's graces be,
But dearer far the last to me;
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What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?
-Derzhavin
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I watch Inesilla
Thy window beneath,
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_Stanzas from "Onegin"_
Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,
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The Caucas lies before my feet! I stand where
Glaciers gleam, beside a precipice rock-ribbed;
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Stormy clouds delirious straying,
Showers of whirling snowflakes white,
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I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
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Sable clouds by tempest driven,
Snowflakes whirling in the gales,
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I loved thee; and perchance until this moment
Within my breast is smouldering still the fire!
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Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade...
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I can't sleep, and there's no light,
Mirk all round and restless slumber,
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Day's rain is done. The rainy mist of night
Spreads on the sky, leaden apparel wearing,
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Gift haphazard, unavailing,
Life, why were thou given me?
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Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe -
The bard of love, the singer of his mourning.
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The storm wind covers the sky Whirling the fleecy snow drifts,
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If I walk the noisy streets, Or enter a many thronged church,
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My voice, to which love lends a tenderness and yearing, Disturbs night's dreamy calm ... Pale at my bedside burning,
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A Drama in Verse
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
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Where the sea forever dances
Over lonely cliff and dune,
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Deep in the desert's misery,
far in the fury of the sand,
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