Imitation by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I saw the Death, and she was seating By quiet entrance at my own home, I saw the doors were opened in my tomb, And there, and there my hope was a-flitting I'll die, and traces of my past In days of future will be never sighted, Look of my eyes will never be delighted … Continue reading Imitation by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Dear Chains by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan singers' feathered queen, Does she not bear the same sweet plight? Near the proud rose's beauty dwelling, And with her tender anthems thrilling The dusk of a voluptuous night Poet: Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Romantic Era … Continue reading Dear Chains by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin