XXII
I have known beauties cold and raw
As Winter in their purity,
Striking the with awe
By dull insensibility,
And I admired their common sense
And natural benevolence,
But, I acknowledge, from them fled;
For on their brows I trembling read
The inscription o'er the gates of Hell
"Abandon hope for ever here!
I have known beauties cold and raw
As Winter in their purity,
Striking the with awe
By dull insensibility,
And I admired their common sense
And natural benevolence,
But, I acknowledge, from them fled;
For on their brows I trembling read
The inscription o'er the gates of Hell
"Abandon hope for ever here!
Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin
