Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

VII

Yet-in her very terror she found a secret charm: thus has created us 4 nature, inclined to contradictions. Yuletide is here. Now that is joy! Volatile youth divines- who nought has to regret, 8 in front of whom the faraway of life extends luminous, boundless 5 old age divines, through spectacles, at its sepulchral slab, 1 2 all having irrecoverably lost5 nor does it matter: hope to them lies with its childish lisp.