He enters the saloon. blank! ’Tis A door he opens. But why shrank He back as from a sudden blow? – Alone the princess sitteth there, Pallid and with dishevelled hair, Gazing upon a note below. Her tears flow plentifully and Her cheek reclines upon her hand. XL Oh! who her speechless agonies Could not in that brief moment guess! Who now could fail to recognize Tattiana in the young princess! Tortured by pangs of wild regret, Eugene fell prostrate at her feet – She starts, nor doth a word express, But gazes on Onegin's face Without amaze or wrath displayed: His sunken eye and aspect faint, Imploring looks and mute complaint She comprehends. The simple maid By fond illusions once possest Is once again made manifest. XLI His kneeling posture he retains – Calmly her eyes encounter his – Insensible her hand remains Beneath his lips’ devouring kiss. What visions then her fancy thronged – A breathless silence then, prolonged – But finally she softly said: »Enough, arise! for much we need Without disguise ourselves explain. Onegin, hast forgotten yet The hour when Fate so willed we met – – In the lone garden and the lane? How meekly then I heard you preach – To-day it is my turn to teach. XLII I was younger then, “Onegin, And better, if I judge aright; I loved you what did I obtain? – Affection how did you requite? But with austerity! for you – No novelty is it not true? – – Was the meek love a maiden feels.
He enters the saloon. ’Tis blank! A door he opens. But why shrank He back as from a sudden blow? – Alone the princess sitteth there, Pallid and with dishevelled hair, Gazing upon a note below. Her tears flow plentifully and Her cheek reclines upon her hand. XL Oh! who her speechless agonies Could not in that brief moment guess! Who now could fail to recognize Tattiana in the young princess! Tortured by pangs of wild regret, Eugene fell prostrate at her feet – She starts, nor doth a word express, But gazes on Onegin's face Without amaze or wrath displayed: His sunken eye and aspect faint, Imploring looks and mute complaint She comprehends. The simple maid By fond illusions once possest Is once again made manifest. XLI His kneeling posture he retains – Calmly her eyes encounter his – Insensible her hand remains Beneath his lips’ devouring kiss. What visions then her fancy thronged – A breathless silence then, prolonged – But finally she softly said: »Enough, arise! for much we need Without disguise ourselves explain. Onegin, hast forgotten yet The hour when – Fate so willed – we met In the lone garden and the lane? How meekly then I heard you preach – To-day it is my turn to teach. XLII “Onegin, I was younger then, And better, if I judge aright; I loved you – what did I obtain? Affection how did you requite? But with austerity! – for you No novelty – is it not true? – Was the meek love a maiden feels.
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