A Sequel to Don Juan — page 194: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. : 185 LXXXVI. *Twas at that hour so tranquil and serene When Paris from a myriad dwellings pours ° Its thousands forth beneath the foliage green Of the Elysian Fields ;*—and at the doors Of restaurans the merry groups are seen ; Or through the windows, on th’ elastic floors, The eye may mark the bounding dancers move, Their glances fraught with pleasure and with love :— LXXXVII. Twas at that hour when o’er the pavement dashed, Amidst the crowd of the Faubourg Montmartre, Our hero’s carriage: the postilions lashed Their horses, as they threaded with great art ( Where English coachmen would the whole have smashed ) Their way amongst the maze of coach and cart, Public and private vehicle—along The busy scene and animated throng. LXXXVIII. Our traveller’s course now down the Boulevards lay, Where all was laughter, bustle, and delight ; Till the magnificent Rue de la Paix Revealed the Place Vendome unto his sight: Thence he passed to the Rue Saint Honoré, Where shops with wealth of every kind were bright; And in that street the carriage stopped before Meurice’s famed and hospitable door. + * Les Champs Elysees. + The Hotel Meurice was then in the Rue Saint Honore; it is now in the Rue de Rivoli. COMMicloookxs.conn