From The Figaro. October 6, 1875.
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Elegy.
Written in Rotten Row by a Disconsolate Swell.
The Park proclaims the season’s had its day,
The “upper ten” are wending towards the sea;
My friends are gone—such as could get away,
And leave the town to emptiness and me.
Now fades the glimmering landscape from the sight
In picture galleries—solemn stillness holds