Thou art! Directing, guiding all, Thou art! Direct my understanding then to Thee; Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart: Though but an atom midst immensity.
Gavrila Derzhavin
The current of Time's river Will carry off all human deeds And sink into oblivion All peoples, kingdoms and their kings. And if there's something that remains Through sounds of horn and lyre, It too will disappear into the maw of time And not avoid the common pyre..
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Who will ride fiery, ahead of the legions, Nag for a steed, and crusts for meal, Temper his sword in the heat and in ice storms, Sleep on straw pallets, labor 'til dawn, Bring down the armies, the walls and the forts With but a handful of stout Russian men?
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