Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

VII

From the world's cold depravity not having yet had time to wither, his soul was warmed by a friend's greeting, 4 by the caress of maidens. He was in matters of the heart a charming dunce. Hope nursed him, and the globe's new glitter and noise 8 still captivated his young mind. With a sweet fancy he amused his heart's incertitudes. The purpose of our life to him 12 was an enticing riddle $ he racked his brains over it and suspected marvels. i32