To My Friends (Alexander Pushkin Poems)
The chain of golden days and nights Is still your heritage from Deity, And, still, the languid maidens' eyes Are ...
The chain of golden days and nights Is still your heritage from Deity, And, still, the languid maidens' eyes Are ...
With Homer you conversed alone for days and nights, Our waiting hours were passing slowly, And shining you came down ...
O sing, fair lady, when with me Sad songs of Georgia no more: They bring into my memory Another life, ...
O if it's true that in the night, When rest the living in their havens And liquid rays of lunar ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning For my forever painful love: Just blow out candles' burning And let my ...
O sing, fair lady, when with me Sad songs of Georgia no more: They bring into my memory Another life, ...
When the loud day for men who sow and reap Grows still, and on the silence of the town The ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
Longing for spiritual springs, I dragged myself through desert sands ... An angel with three pairs of wings Arrived to ...
In lakeside leafy groves, a friar Escaped all worries; there he passed His summer days in constant prayer, Deep studies ...
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