Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXVI

But by the tumult of the ball fatigued, and turning morning into midnight, sleeps peacefully in blissful shade 4 the child of pastimes and of luxury. He will awake past midday, and again till morn his life will be prepared, monotonous and motley, and tomorrow 8 'twill be the same as yesterday. But was my Eugene happy- free, in the bloom of the best years, amidst resplendent conquests, 12 amidst delights of every day? Was it to him of no avail midst banquets to be rash and hale?