Yes! for our unpretending home, Onegin the beloved place – Where the first time I saw your face, – Or for the solitary tomb Wherein my poor old nurse doth lie Beneath a cross and shrubbery. XLVI possible then, happiness “’Twas – Nay, near but destiny decreed – – My lot is fixed with thoughtlessness – It may be that I did proceed – With bitter tears my mother prayed, And for Tattiana, mournful maid, Indifferent was her future fate. I married now, I supplicate – – For ever your Tattiana leave. Your heart possesses, I know well, Honour and pride inflexible. I love you to what end deceive? – – But I am now another’s bride – For ever faithful will abide.” XLVII She rose departed. But Eugene – Stood as if struck by lightning fire. What a storm of emotions keen Raged round him and of balked desire! And hark! the clank of spurs is heard And Tania’s husband soon appeared. – But now our hero we must leave Just at a moment which I grieve Must be pronounced unfortunate – For long for ever. To be sure – Together we have wandered o’er The world enough. Congratulate Each other as the shore we climb! Hurrah! it long ago was time! XLVIII Reader, whoever thou mayst be, Foeman or friend, I do aspire To part in amity with thee! Adieu! whate’er thou didst desire From careless stanzas such as these, Of passion reminiscences, Pictures of the amusing scene, Repose from labour, satire keen, Or faults of grammar on its page –
Yes! for our unpretending home, Onegin – the beloved place Where the first time I saw your face, – Or for the solitary tomb Wherein my poor old nurse doth lie Beneath a cross and shrubbery. XLVI “’Twas possible then, happiness – Nay, near – but destiny decreed – My lot is fixed – with thoughtlessness It may be that I did proceed – With bitter tears my mother prayed, And for Tattiana, mournful maid, Indifferent was her future fate. I married – now, I supplicate – For ever your Tattiana leave. Your heart possesses, I know well, Honour and pride inflexible. I love you – to what end deceive? – But I am now another’s bride – For ever faithful will abide.” XLVII She rose – departed. But Eugene Stood as if struck by lightning fire. What a storm of emotions keen Raged round him and of balked desire! And hark! the clank of spurs is heard And Tania’s husband soon appeared. – But now our hero we must leave Just at a moment which I grieve Must be pronounced unfortunate – For long – for ever. To be sure Together we have wandered o’er The world enough. Congratulate Each other as the shore we climb! Hurrah! it long ago was time! XLVIII Reader, whoever thou mayst be, Foeman or friend, I do aspire To part in amity with thee! Adieu! whate’er thou didst desire From careless stanzas such as these, Of passion reminiscences, Pictures of the amusing scene, Repose from labour, satire keen, Or faults of grammar on its page –