Alexander Pushkin
Alexander Pushkin
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin; 6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837) was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era who is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth6 June 1799
CityMoscow, Russia
CountryRussian Federation
ecstasy piece sugar tea
Ecstasy is a glassful of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
dearer illusion
The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us then ten-thousand truths.
dream thousand
It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
our-love ruins toil
The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely In the flattering toils of philandery.
dream failure heart
I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.
flames reason beats
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
dream lonely grief
I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.
whole-life meetings has-beens
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...
dream autumn meditation
Sad that our finest aspiration Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
unrequited-love love-is men
Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
civilization despise mailman
Please, never despise the translator. He's the mailman of human civilization.
dream youth sweetness
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?