The Demon

✒ Author	Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
📖 Pages	44
⏰ Reading time	1 hour
💡 Originally published	1842
🌏 Original language	Russian
📌 Types	Poems , Novels
📌 Genres	Drama, Poetry, Fantastic Fiction, Philosophical
📌 Section	Philosophical novel

Content

Table of contents
Read the book
Download the book
Reviews

Expand

PART I	1
I	1
II	1
III	3
IV	4
V	5
VI	6
VII	7
VIII	8
IX	9
X	10
XI	11
XII	12
XIII	13
XIV	14
PART II	17
I	17
II	18
III	19
IV	20
V	21
VI	22
VII	23
VIII	24
IX	25
X	26
XI	35
XII	36
XIII	37
XIV	39
XV	40
XVI	41
XVII	42
XVIII	43
XIX	44

Work in other languages

Read the book

перевод слова по клику

PART I

I

A SPIRIT fallen from the realms of light

Above this dim world winged his weary flight,

For memories came crowding thick and fast

Of vanished splendours and delights long past. —

How erst, a Cherub bright, he loved to race

With fiery comets through the fields of space;

No mists could blind, no clouds his progress bar,

He followed knowledge on from star to star.

Creation's heir, the first-born of all time,

He loved, he trusted in that happy prime.

Ah, little recked he safe from doubts and fears,

The sad monotony of coming years,

Trouble on trouble, pain succeeding pain —

Tortures that racked his ever-teeming brain.

Long had he wandered without goal or aim

Through the dull round of centuries still the same,

Ruling this puny world, and sowing ill,

Ceaseless, resistless, unenjoying still.

II

Now o'er Caucasian heights with pinions slow

The outcast spirit steered his course; below,

Gleamed like a diamond facet Kasbek's snow,

And, in the deep-cleft gorge, where dragons hide,

He saw the Darial like a serpent glide;

The Terek foamed, a lion with bristling mane.

Plunging in cataracts to the distant plain,

And beasts and birds, that high in ether soar,

Quailed, as they caught the mighty torrent's roar.

Clouds from the golden south his course attend,

The giant rocks in dreamy slumber bend

Their heads, and muse where all these waves can tend.

To ward the entrance, as he hurries down.

Through mists he sees majestic castles frown.

Thus at his feet in all its beauty lay

God's earth; — contemptuous he looked away.

It moved him not; of beauty recked he nought; 35

He passed, nor gave the scene a second thought.

Page 1 of 44

You can use the left and right keys on the keyboard to navigate between book pages.

Suggest a quote

Download the book for free in PDF, FB2, EPUb, DOC and TXT

Download the free e-book by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov, «The Demon» , in English. You can also print the text of the book. For this, the PDF and DOC formats are suitable.