A fiery love for her unconsciously / Grew in his heart: when thus a man is prone, / Another's beauty rarely leaves him free.Narrator
By liberty alone are we made happyOnegin
I write to her... and the page is tinged with despair.Lensky
Do you suppose the notes of love I’ve sung From charming days when I was free and young, Can be compared with Aeschylus? Not really!Onegin
Evil tongues were busy with their names; / But love is sanctified by passion's fire.Narrator
Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity newfoundOnegin
The less we love her when we woo her, / The more we draw a woman in.Narrator
I still enjoy, at my ease, the pleasures of idleness, the rewards of leisure.Onegin
...happiness was so close to him, /so close! Yet destiny, the thief, /intervened, stirring the waters.Narrator
What happiness to sit in shadows, / To read a novel full of sound!Narrator