Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLIX

Adrian waves, ? Brenta! Nay, I'll see you and, filled anew with inspiration, 4 I'll hear your magic voice! 'Tis sacred to Apollo's nephews; through the proud lyre of Albion to me 'tis known, to me 'tis kindred. 8 In the voluptuousness of golden Italy's nights at liberty I'll revel, with a youthful Venetian, now talkative, now mute,. is swimming in a mysterious gondola; with her my lips will find the tongue of Petrarch and of love. up Eugene Onegin

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Will the hour of my freedom come? 'Tis time, 'tis time! To it I call5

I roam above the sea,10 I wait for the right 4 I beckon to the sails of ships. [weather, Under the cope of storms, with waves disputing, on the free crossway of the sea when shall I start on my free course? 8 'Tis time to leave the dull shore of an element inimical to me, and sigh, 'mid the meridian swell, beneath the sky of my Africa,11 12 for somber Russia, where I suffered, where I loved, where I buried my heart.

Onegin was prepared with me to see strange lands 5 but soon we were to be by fate 4 sundered for a long time. 'Twas then his father died. Before Onegin there assembled a greedy host of creditors. 8 Each has a mind and notion of his own. Eugene, detesting litigations, contented with his lot, abandoned the inheritance to them, 12 perceiving no great loss therein, or precognizing from afar the demise of his aged uncle.