On The Death Of Pushkin (Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems)
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,A sacrifice to slander's lust;The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,Bowed on his wounded breast in ...
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,A sacrifice to slander's lust;The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,Bowed on his wounded breast in ...
With winged footsteps now I hastenUnto the far cold North away,Kasbek,--thou watchman of the East,To thee, my farewell greetings say!Since ...
A little oak leaf tore off from its branchWas driven o'er the steppe by a cruel gale;Dried up and withered ...
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