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Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev
November 9 1818 – September 3 1883
Poetry Listing
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | Necessitas - Vis - Libertas! A Bas-Relief | A tall, bony old woman, with iron face and dull | 1878 | 5 | 242 | | 2: | A Contented Man | A young man goes skipping and bounding along a street in the capital | 1878 | 4 | 272 | | 3: | A Conversation | Neither the Jungfrau nor the Finsteraarhorn has yet been trodden by the foot of man | 1878 | 21 | 287 | | 4: | A Rule Of Life | If you want to annoy an opponent thoroughly | 1878 | 7 | 240 | | 5: | A Visit | I was sitting at the open window | 1878 | 14 | 262 | | 6: | Alms | Near a large town, along the broad highroad walked an old sick man. | 1878 | 18 | 238 | | 7: | An Eastern Legend | Who in Bagdad knows not Jaffar, the Sun of the Universe? | 1878 | 21 | 289 | | 8: | Cabbage Soup | A peasant woman, a widow, had an only son | | 11 | 244 | | 9: | Christ | I saw myself, in dream, a youth, almost a boy | 1878 | 10 | 276 | | 10: | Friend And Enemy | A prisoner, condemned to confinement for life | 1878 | 13 | 252 | | 11: | Hang Him! | It happened in 1803,' began my old acquaintance, | 1879 | 21 | 247 | | 12: | How Fair, How Fresh Were The Roses ... | Somewhere, sometime, long, long ago, I read a poem. | 1879 | 14 | 272 | | 13: | Masha | When I lived, many years ago, in Petersburg | 1878 | 17 | 291 | | 14: | My Adversary | I had a comrade who was my adversary; not in pursuits | 1878 | 12 | 299 | | 15: | N.N. | Calmly and gracefully thou movest along the path of life, | 1879 | 6 | 271 | | 16: | Nature | I dreamed I had come into an immense underground temple | 1879 | 11 | 285 | | 17: | On The Sea | I was going from Hamburg to London in a small steamer. | 1879 | 13 | 268 | | 18: | Prayer | Whatever a man pray for, he prays for a miracle. | 1881 | 7 | 250 | | 19: | Stay! | Stay! as I see thee now, abide for ever in my memory! | 1879 | 11 | 374 | | 20: | The Banquet Of The Supreme Being | One day the Supreme Being took it into his head | 1878 | 8 | 275 | | 21: | The Beggar | I was walking along the street ... I was stopped by a decrepit old beggar | 1878 | 8 | 241 | | 22: | The Country | The last day of July; for a thousand versts around | | 18 | 272 | | 23: | The Dog | Us two in the room; my dog and me | 1878 | 11 | 267 | | 24: | The Doves | I stood on the top of a sloping hillside; | 1879 | 13 | 289 | | 25: | The Egoist | He had every qualification for becoming the scourge of his family. | 1878 | 12 | 257 | | 26: | The End Of The World - A Dream | I fancied I was somewhere in Russia, in the wilds | 1878 | 19 | 252 | | 27: | The Fool | There lived a fool. | 1878 | 22 | 266 | | 28: | The Insect | I dreamed that we were sitting, a party of twenty | 1878 | 10 | 305 | | 29: | The Last Meeting | We had once been close and warm friends | 1878 | 10 | 233 | | 30: | The Monk | I used to know a monk, a hermit, a saint. | 1879 | 6 | 236 | | 31: | The Nymphs | I stood before a chain of beautiful mountains forming | 1878 | 17 | 247 | | 32: | The Old Man | Days of darkness, of dreariness, have come. | 1878 | 5 | 248 | | 33: | The Old Woman | I was walking over a wide plain alone. | | 25 | 243 | | 34: | The Realm Of Azure | O realm of azure! O realm of light and colour | 1878 | 13 | 343 | | 35: | The Reporter | Two friends were sitting at a table drinking tea. | 1878 | 10 | 230 | | 36: | The Rose | The last days of August.... Autumn was already at hand. | 1878 | 21 | 270 | | 37: | The Skulls | A sumptuous, brilliantly lighted hall; a number of ladies and gentlemen. | 1878 | 8 | 294 | | 38: | The Sparrow | I was returning from hunting, and walking along an avenue of the garden | 1878 | 10 | 276 | | 39: | The Sphinx | Yellowish-grey sand, soft at the top | 1878 | 10 | 209 | | 40: | The Stone | Have you seen an old grey stone on the seashore | 1879 | 5 | 288 | | 41: | The Two Brothers | It was a vision ... | 1878 | 10 | 277 | | 42: | The Workman And The Man With White Hands - A Dialogue | WORKMAN. Why do you come crawling up to us? | | 17 | 269 | | 43: | Thou Shalt Hear The Fool's Judgment....' - Pushkin | Thou shalt hear the fool's judgment | 1878 | 13 | 238 | | 44: | To The Memory Of U. P. Vrevsky | On dirt, on stinking wet straw under the shelter of a tumble-down barn, | 1878 | 8 | 284 | | 45: | To-Morrow! To-Morrow! | How empty, dull, and useless is almost every day when it is spent | 1879 | 6 | 254 | | 46: | Two Rich Men | When I hear the praises of the rich man Rothschild | 1878 | 5 | 265 | | 47: | Two Stanzas | There was once a town, the inhabitants of which were so passionately | 1878 | 33 | 233 | | 48: | We Will Still Fight On | What an insignificant trifle may sometimes transform the whole man! | 1879 | 7 | 261 | | 49: | What Shall I Think?... | What shall I think when I come to die, | 1879 | 8 | 267 |
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Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev was a Russian novelist, short story writer, and playwright.
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