The Spell of Old Paris: Its Social, Historical, and Literary Associations, Including an Account of the Famous Cabarets, Hôtels, Cafés, Salons, Clubs, Pleasure Gardens, Fairs and Fêtes, and the Theatres of the French Capital in Bygone TimesL.C. Page, 1905 - 354 páginas |
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Página 163 - s an inn, not rich and splendid, But still in comfortable case ; The which in youth I oft attended, To eat a bowl of Bouillabaisse.
Página 165 - I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup. I drink it as the Fates ordain it. Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes : Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times.
Página 165 - I'd scarce a beard upon my face, And now a grizzled, grim old fogy, I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse. Where are you, old companions trusty, Of early days here met to dine ? Come, waiter ! quick, a flagon crusty ; I'll pledge them in the good old wine. The kind old voices and old faces My memory can quick retrace ; Around the board they take their places, And share the wine and Bouillabaisse.
Página 165 - JAMES'S head the grass is growing: Good Lord ! the world has wagged apace Since here we set the Claret flowing And drank, and ate the Bouillabaisse. Ah me ! how quick the days are flitting ! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place - but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me - There's no one now to share my cup.
Página 3 - Structures here are indifferently fair, tho' the Streets generally foul all the four Seasons of the year; which I impute first to the Position of the City, being built upon an Isle, (the Isle of France, made so by the branching and serpentine course of the River of Seine) and having some of her Suburbs seated high, the Filth runs down the Channel, and settles in many places within the body of the City, which lies upon a Flat; as also for a world of Coaches, Carts, and Horses of all sorts that go...
Página 136 - ... to certain orators, who from chairs or tables harangue each his little audience : the eagerness with which they are heard, and the thunder of applause they receive for every sentiment of more than common hardiness or violence against the present government, cannot easily be imagined.
Página 204 - She makes songs, sings them, remembers all that ever were made; and, having lived from the most agreeable to the most reasoning age, has all that was amiable in the last, all that is sensible in this, without the vanity of the former, or the pedant impertinence of the latter.
Página 98 - ... probably attributed by the gay to the humour of a vain philosophical traveller. But ten years afterwards a Turkish ambassador at Paris made the beverage highly fashionable. The elegance of the equipage recommended it to the eye, and charmed the women : the brilliant porcelain cups...
Página 163 - Bouillabaisse. This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is — A sort of soup or broth, or brew, Or hotchpotch, of all sorts of fishes, That Greenwich never could outdo ; Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffern, Soles, onions, garlic, roach, and dace ; All these you eat at Terre's tavern, In that one dish of Bouillabaisse.
Página 164 - I recollect his droll grimace; He'd come and smile before your table And hope you liked your Bouillabaisse. We enter — nothing's changed or older. "How's Monsieur Terre, waiter, pray?" The waiter stares and shrugs his shoulder — "Monsieur is dead this many a day.