Sadly gloomed the hill;
Drew across his brows his mistcap,
And for aye was still.
FOOTNOTES:
[4] This piece is famous for the description it contains of Russia’s progress eastward.
[5] Two mountains in the Caucasian range subdued by Russia with the rest of the Caucasus.
“WHY.”
I’m sad, for, loving thee, I know full well
That this world’s talk, with its calumnious spell,
Will never spare thy fresh youth’s opening flower.