Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

Chapter One
VIII

All Eugene knew besides I have no leisure to recount5 but where he was a veritable genius, 4 what he more firmly knew than all the arts, what since his prime had been to him toil, torment, and delight, what occupied the livelong day 8 his fretting indolence- was the art of soft passion which Naso sang, wherefore a sufferer 12 his brilliant and unruly span he ended, in Moldavia, deep in the steppes, far from his Italy.