Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

Chapter Two
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And it will touch the heart of someone 3 and preserved by fate, perhaps in Lethe will not drown 4 the strophe made by me; perhaps-flattering hope! – a future dunce will point at my famed portrait 8 and utter: " That now was a poet!" So do accept my thanks, admirer of the peaceful Aonian maids, ? you whose memory will preserve 12 my volatile creations, you whose benevolent hand will pat the old man's laurels!