I Loved You

Alexander Pushkin

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I loved you, and I probably still do,

And for a while the feeling may remain...

But let my love no longer trouble you,

I do not wish to cause you any pain.

I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,

The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -

Made up a love so tender and so true

As may God grant you to be loved again.

I loved you without hope, without a voice,

By bashfulness and jealousy oppressed;

I loved you with such purity and choice

As may God grant you to be loved the best.

The memory of our love will always stay,

A gentle warmth within my heart to dwell;

But let it never cast a shadow gray

Upon the happiness I wish you well.

For love that's true seeks not its own desire,

But wishes joy for the beloved's heart;

Though mine may burn with unextinguished fire,

I pray that we may never be apart

In spirit, though in body we must part,

And though another claims what once was mine,

I'll treasure always in my grateful heart

The love that made your precious soul divine.

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Alexander Pushkin

1799 - 1837, Moscow, Russian Empire

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era. He is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature. Pushkin was born into Russian nobility in Moscow. His father, Sergey Lvovich Pushkin, was descended from a distinguished family of the Russian nobility. Pushkin published his first poem at the age of 15, and was widely recognized by the literary establishment by the time of his graduation from the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum. Pushkin's work is characterized by its exceptional beauty of language and its acceptance of aristocratic values. His writings, which draw heavily on his own experiences and the drama of his short and tragic life, encompass a wide range of political, historical, and amorous themes. He died in a duel defending his wife's honor at the age of 37.

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I Loved You

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Alexander Pushkin

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Because I Could Not Stop for Death

Hope is the thing with feathers

I heard a Fly buzz - when I died