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If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

Alexander Pushkin

To love all ages yield surrender; But to the young it’s raptures bring A blessing bountiful and tender- As storms refresh the fields of spring.
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Age Blessing Love Refreshment Storm Surrender
Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
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Aspiration Dreams Fine Fresh Leaving Sad Success
Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up – you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
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Beautiful Moments Myself Rare Vision
Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Habit Happiness Heaven Place
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Dear Deception Elevate Host Low Truth
Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
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Appearance Emotion Finding Love Magic Sound Togetherness Weave
Tis time, my friend, ’tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.
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Day Death Fragment Friendship Heart Time
Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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Love Man Raise
As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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Death Heart Live Memories Oneself
Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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Civilization Human Translation
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.
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Avoid Herself Love Please Responsibility Woman
Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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Friendship Myself People
It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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Better Choice Dreams
Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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Dance Human Soul
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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Dreams Myself Sweet Youth

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