XVI We pass those days when Terror held the rein— When earth out-went the worst we hear of hell: From crowds we cull the solitary stain -let that DEAD HOUSE tell Wherewith they blot us— How many plunge each night beneath the Seine For it can answer eloquently well! And I've been there; seen sights I would forget; But never, never found it empty yet. XVII But hold! I find I'm rather in a passion, If not upon the verge of the pathetic; Which having little time for, I must dash on- Beside, altho' of late so much the fashion, I own, excuse me, I'm quite apt to get sick Whenever stopp'd or stay'd by blear-eyed PathosThat maudlin sister of old blustering Bathos. XVIII Stay! there's another haunt where Rouge et Noir Let's in-that is if you would yet see more Tho' bad, the best throughout the Palais Royal; With keen and hawk-like glance, that he may eye all At entry and at exit, as elsewhere It being thought unnecessary there. XIX Yet, come along! we shall not now delay * No. 154. XX Allons! 'tis death to draw this tainted air XXI But, whilst upon the way, remark the street- XXII Yet thro' such streets the gay Bourgeoise trips by, With mincing gait, and dark glance rolling free; I only know they trip thro' streets quite shocking XXIII Observe those lamps with running lines suspended Midway between the walls, like things that hover: They really seem so many stars descended, Shedding a full and clear effulgence over The pavement (our's are not by half so splendid) But how they're hung you can't at all discover; Tho' blazing brighter than the Muse can utter Along the surface of the centre gutter. XXIV L'Hotel Frescati, voila! Now you'll see Things better managed: 'tis, in short, a place Where vice itself affects propriety That puts your vulgar virtue out of face: The damning evil is, one here may be Seen, day and night, without the least disgrace Whatever. But of this (in case you want to Know more) you'll find it in the sequent canto. 1 |