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Foreword | xi | |
Friendship | 3 | |
Song | 4 | |
Song | 6 | |
Remembrance | 7 | |
Night | 8 | |
March 19, 1823 | 9 | |
As I was leaving Albion's shore | 13 | |
To My Friends | 16 | |
There is enjoyment in a wilderness of trees | 17 | |
You've heard that saying brave | 18 | |
The Russian God | 21 | |
Tears | 23 | |
The Tear | 24 | |
I have outlived most things | 25 | |
Remembrance | 26 | |
To Natalia Nikolaevna Pushkina | 28 | |
To Chaadaev | 31 | |
K*** | 32 | |
To Vyazemsky | 34 | |
Arion | 35 | |
Message to Siberia | 36 | |
The Prophet | 37 | |
When wand'ring along noisy alleys | 39 | |
The Georgian hills above | 41 | |
I loved you once | 42 | |
To a Poet | 43 | |
For God's sake, let me not go mad | 44 | |
It's time, my dear, it's time | 46 | |
Elegy | 47 | |
... I visit once again | 48 | |
Disillusion | 53 | |
My gift is scant | 54 | |
Death | 55 | |
The Muse | 57 | |
Desolation | 58 | |
The Wineglass | 62 | |
Autumn | 64 | |
All things have their own pace | 71 | |
Planting a Wood | 72 | |
Elegy | 77 | |
Song | 78 | |
Elegy | 79 | |
Thanksgiving | 80 | |
Elegy | 81 | |
The Sail | 85 | |
No, I'm not Byron | 86 | |
Meditation | 87 | |
Prayer | 89 | |
Testament | 90 | |
The boredom, the sadness | 92 | |
Gratitude | 93 | |
Native Land | 94 | |
I walk out alone into the darkness | 96 | |
The Dream | 98 | |
Farewell to Russia's unwashed features | 99 | |
The Prophet | 100 | |
As round this earthly globe | 105 | |
There is about these autumn evenings bright | 106 | |
Silentium! | 107 | |
I love the rite of Luther's congregation | 108 | |
My soul is an Elysium of shades | 109 | |
Day and Night | 110 | |
When locked in murd'rous toils | 111 | |
Bestow, O Lord, thy gracious pardon | 112 | |
Last Love | 113 | |
Seated there upon the floor | 114 | |
She was oblivious the livelong day | 115 | |
Through reason Russia can't be known | 116 | |
Should you love | 119 | |
O land of mine | 120 | |
As wave after wave | 121 | |
The lord, when arming me | 122 | |
You are a victim of life's grief | 123 | |
Farewell | 127 | |
from Reflections by a Main Entrance | 128 | |
from Frost, the Red-nosed | 130 | |
My dear, mere words have no power | 137 | |
Breathing seems much easier | 138 | |
The Old Park | 139 | |
By the Fireside | 141 | |
To the Muse | 142 | |
Up in the hay one evening | 143 | |
The stars glowed red | 144 | |
Never | 145 | |
To the Muse | 147 | |
Butterfly | 148 | |
Biographical Notes | 151 |
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