Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin

The monsters of the British Muse

Deprive our schoolgirls of repose,

The idols of their adoration

A Vampire fond of meditation,

Or Melmoth, gloomy wanderer he,

The Eternal Jew or the Corsair

Or the mysterious Sbogar.[30 - Melmoth, a romance by Maturin, and Jean Sbogar, by Ch. Nodier. The Vampire, a tale published in 1819, was erroneously attributed to Lord Byron. Salathiel; the Eternal Jew, a romance by Geo. Croly.]

Byron’s capricious phantasy

Could in romantic mantle drape

E’en hopeless egoism’s dark shape.

XIII

My friends, what means this odd digression?

May be that I by heaven’s decrees

Shall abdicate the bard’s profession,

And shall adopt some new caprice.

Thus having braved Apollo’s rage

With humble prose I’ll fill my page

And a romance in ancient style

Shall my declining years beguile;

Nor shall my pen paint terribly

The torment born of crime unseen,

But shall depict the touching scene

Of Russian domesticity;

I will descant on love’s sweet dream,

The olden time shall be my theme.

XIV

Old people’s simple conversations

My unpretending page shall fill,

Their offspring’s innocent flirtations

By the old lime-tree or the rill,

Their Jealousy and separation

And tears of reconciliation:

Fresh cause of quarrel then I’ll find,

But finally in wedlock bind.

The passionate speeches I’ll repeat,

Accents of rapture or despair

I uttered to my lady fair

Long ago, prostrate at her feet.

Then they came easily enow,

My tongue is somewhat rusty now.

XV

Tattiana! sweet Tattiana, see!

What bitter tears with thee I shed!

Thou hast resigned thy destiny

Unto a ruthless tyrant dread.

Thou’lt suffer, dearest, but before,

Hope with her fascinating power

To dire contentment shall give birth

And thou shalt taste the joys of earth.

Thou’lt quaff love’s sweet envenomed stream,

Fantastic images shall swarm

In thy imagination warm,

Of happy meetings thou shalt dream,

And wheresoe’er thy footsteps err,

Confront thy fated torturer!

XVI

Love’s pangs Tattiana agonize.

She seeks the garden in her need —

Sudden she stops, casts down her eyes

And cares not farther to proceed;

Her bosom heaves whilst crimson hues

With sudden flush her cheeks suffuse,

Barely to draw her breath she seems,

Her eye with fire unwonted gleams.