Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

Chapter Eight
XLVII

"Yet happiness had been so possible, so near!… But my fate is already settled. Imprudently, 4 perhaps, I acted. My mother with tears of conjurement beseeched me. For poor Tanya all lots were equal. 8 I married. You must, I pray you, leave me; I know: in your heart are both pride and genuine honor. 12 I love you (why dissimulate?)$ but to another I belong: to him I shall be faithful all my life."