Seems so unnatural and absurd:

Reduced with effort unto sense,

We hear with interest intense

The accents wild of other's woes,

They stir the heart as heretofore.

So ancient warriors, battles o'er,

A curious interest disclose

In yarns of youthful troopers gay,

Lost in the hamlet far away.

XIX.

And in addition youth is flame

And cannot anything conceal,

Is ever ready to proclaim

The love, hate, sorrow, joy, we feel.

Deeming himself a veteran scarred

In love's campaigns Oneguine heard

With quite a lachrymose expression

The youthful poet's fond confession.

He with an innocence extreme

His inner consciousness laid bare,

And Eugene soon discovered there

The story of his young love's dream,

Where plentifully feelings flow

Which we experienced long ago.

XX.

Alas! he loved as in our times

Men love no more, as only the

Mad spirit of the man who rhymes

Is still condemned in love to be;

One image occupied his mind,

Constant affection intertwined

And an habitual sense of pain;

And distance interposed in vain,

Nor years of separation all