Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XIV

I shall detail a father's, an old uncle's, plain speeches 5 the assigned trysts of the children 4 by the old limes, by the small brook; the throes of wretched jealousy, parting, reconciliation's tears5 once more I'll have them quarrel, and at last 8 conduct them to the altar. I'll recall the accents of impassioned languish, the words of aching love, which in days bygone at the feet 12 of a fair mistress came to my tongue; from which I now have grown disused.