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  • Artist Info: Able translation of one of Russia’s greatest poets Michael Lermontoff, (or, Mikhail Lermontov) by Alex Condie Stephen. One illustration. Printed in 1875.<br />
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    “...Cold and regretless shalt thou view this sphere,<br />
    Where crime’s inseparable from fate,<br />
    Where beauty only blossoms to grow sear,<br />
    Where all is miserable, where, without fear<br />
    No one can either love or hate.<br />
    Know’st thou, Tamára, what is mortal love?<br />
    A febrile movement of the blood!<br />
    Years roll away—the pulse can scarcely move,<br />
    Love’s wither’d branches cease to bud.<br />
    Who can resist new beauty’s luring bait?<br />
    Who, parting, never shed a tear?<br />
    Who can withstand the tedium of fate,<br />
    The weariness of all things here?<br />
    No, my beloved, believe, ’tis not thy lot<br />
    To perish in a living grave,<br />
    In silence, languish on this narrow spot,<br />
    Of brutal jealousy the slave....”<br />
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