Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

Chapter Three
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But nowadays all minds are in a mist, a moral brings upon us somnolence, vice is attractive in a novel, too, 4 and there, at least, it triumphs. The fables of the British Muse

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disturb the young girl's sleep, and now her idol has become 8 either the pensive Vampyre, or Melmoth, gloomy vagabond, or the Wandering Jew, or the Corsair, or the mysterious Sbogar.19 12 Lord Byron, by an opportune caprice, in woebegone romanticism draped even hopeless egotism.