But now our hero we must leave

Just at a moment which I grieve

Must be pronounced unfortunate—

For long—for ever. To be sure

Together we have wandered o'er

The world enough. Congratulate

Each other as the shore we climb!

Hurrah! it long ago was time!

XLVIII

Reader, whoever thou mayst be,

Foeman or friend, I do aspire

To part in amity with thee!

Adieu! whate'er thou didst desire

From careless stanzas such as these,

Of passion reminiscences,

Pictures of the amusing scene,

Repose from labour, satire keen,

Or faults of grammar on its page—

God grant that all who herein glance,

In serious mood or dalliance

Or in a squabble to engage,

May find a crumb to satisfy.

Now we must separate. Good-bye!

XLIX

And farewell thou, my gloomy friend,

Thou also, my ideal true,

And thou, persistent to the end,

My little book. With thee I knew

All that a poet could desire,

Oblivion of life's tempest dire,

Of friends the grateful intercourse—

Oh, many a year hath run its course

Since I beheld Eugene and young

Tattiana in a misty dream,

And my romance's open theme

Glittered in a perspective long,

And I discerned through Fancy's prism

Distinctly not its mechanism.

L

But ye to whom, when friendship heard,

The first-fruits of my tale I read,

As Saadi anciently averred—(86)

Some are afar and some are dead.

Without them Eugene is complete;

And thou, from whom Tattiana sweet;

Was drawn, ideal of my lay—

Ah! what hath fate not torn away!

Happy who quit life's banquet seat

Before the dregs they shall divine

Добавить отзыв
ВСЕ ОТЗЫВЫ О КНИГЕ В ИЗБРАННОЕ

0

Вы можете отметить интересные вам фрагменты текста, которые будут доступны по уникальной ссылке в адресной строке браузера.

Отметить Добавить цитату