Eugene Oneguine [Onegin]. A Romance of Russian Life in Verse

Bard of the "Feasts," and mournful breast,[45] If thou wert sitting by my side, With this immoderate request I should alarm our friendship tried:In one of thine enchanting lays To russify the foreign phrase 

Of my impassioned heroine. Where art thou? Come! pretensions mine I yield with a low reverence; But lonely beneath Finnish skies Where melancholy rocks arise He wanders in his indolence; Careless of fame his spirit high 

Hears not my importunity!

XXXIII

Tattiana's letter I possess, I guard it as a holy thing, 

And though I read it with distress, I'm o'er it ever pondering.Inspired by whom this tenderness, This gentle daring who could guess? Who this soft nonsense could impart, Imprudent prattle of the heart, Attractive in its banefulness? 

I cannot understand. But lo! A feeble version read below, A print without the picture's grace, Or, as it were, the Freischutz' score Strummed by a timid schoolgirl o'er.

Tattiana's Letter to Oneguine