The Bakchesarian (Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Poems)
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?-DerzhavinIOctober has arrived - the woods have tossedTheir final leaves from naked branches;A breath ...
_Stanzas from "Onegin"_Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,Than Southern Winter scarce more bland--Is undeniably withdrawingOn fleeting footsteps from the land.Soon will ...
FROM "EUGENE ONIEGIN " 28Yes, foes!-How many days, bethink you, Since hatred stepped the two between, And since in hours ...
FROM "EUGENE ONIEGIN"I write to you . . . when that is said What more is left for me to ...
A LEGEND OF THE WATER-SPRITEIn forest depths, beside a mere,A monk once made his habitation ;Absorbed in penances severe,In fast ...
As of senses bereft, at a black shawl I stare, And my chill heart is tortured with deadly despair. When ...
I remember a marvellous instant,Unto me bending down from above,Thy radiant vision appearingAs an angel of beauty and love.'Mid the ...
The crimson summer now grows pale;Clear, bright days now soar away;Hazy mist spreads through the vale,As the sleeping night turns ...
I still recall the wondrous momentWhen you appeared before my eyes, Just like a fleeting apparition,Just like pure beauty's distillation.When'er ...
Under the blue skies of her native landShe languished and began to fade...Until surely there flew without a soundAbove me, ...
The days drag on, each moment multipliesWithin my wounded heart the pain and sadnessOf an unhappy love and, dark, gives ...
Don't ask me why, alone in dismal thought,In times of mirth, I'm often filled with strife,And why my weary stare ...
Between the rolling vapours The moon glides soft and bright; Across the dreary fallows She casts a mournful light. Along ...
Confess to me, what's wrong. You're in dejection.- I love, my friend! - "Which lady holds you captive?"- She does. ...
I'm not that lover, filled with passion, -That youth, who left the world amazed:Alas, my spring and summer passed now,And ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... I well remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there. A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all ...
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