The lies of fame and love’s resolve
Have vanished now without a trace,
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As of senses bereft, at a black shawl I stare,
And my chill heart is tortured with deadly despair.
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Before you, silently I sway.
I feel so anxious when you’re near me,
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Between the rolling vapours
The moon glides soft and bright;
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I think that thou wert born for this—
To set the poet's vision burning,
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FROM "EUGENE ONIEGIN "
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Lily, Lily! I am sighing
With despair and hopeless woe.
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Why feed the early signs of boredom
With sinister and dismal thought,
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“Confess to me, what’s wrong. You’re in dejection.”
- I love, my friend! - “Which lady holds you captive?”
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--What’s new? “I tell you, nothing whatsoever.”
--Don’t fool with me: you’re hiding it, I know.
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A LEGEND OF THE WATER-SPRITE
In forest depths, beside a mere,
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FROM "EUGENE ONIEGIN"
I write to you . . . when that is said
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I’ve lived to see desire vanish,
With hope I’ve slowly come to part,
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The crimson summer now grows pale;
Clear, bright days now soar away;
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I’m not that lover, filled with passion, -
That youth, who left the world amazed:
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Don’t ask me why, alone in dismal thought,
In times of mirth, I’m often filled with strife,
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Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
I hear Aragva's roar.
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Until he hears Apollo's call
To make a hallowed sacrifice,
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Although her load is sometimes heavy,
The coach moves at an easy pace;
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In bygone days when life's array -
The sweet song of the nightingale
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The charm and sweetness of his magic verse
Will mock the envious years for centuries!
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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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Through the Steppes, see there he glances!
Silent flood glad hailed by me,--
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I watch Inesilla
Thy window beneath,
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With the hostile camp in skirmish
Our men once were changing shot,
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_Stanzas from "Onegin"_
Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,
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I still recall the wondrous moment
When you appeared before my eyes,
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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 remember a marvellous instant,
Unto me bending down from above,
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