The Prophet (Alexander Pushkin Poems)
Longing for spiritual springs, I dragged myself through desert sands ... An angel with three pairs of wings Arrived to ...
Longing for spiritual springs, I dragged myself through desert sands ... An angel with three pairs of wings Arrived to ...
Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight's vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where ...
With Homer you conversed alone for days and nights, Our waiting hours were passing slowly, And shining you came down ...
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