Nikolai Platonovich Ogarev. (№ 255556)

With my tormented soul
Merged some anger poison
And constant succession of
In her perversity simmer
Anguish and bile of resentment,
In her spirit of humility decayed
And the angel of God flew
Unworthy creation.
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Where the world of love in which I
Drank the Cup of the pleasures of Paradise,
In which life was mine,
As the morning joyful may?
Oh no! still in my heart
And faith and love Holy
Lurk, vvek not extinguished,
Like stars in the darkness nights.