Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

302
Chapter Eight
XXIV

Yet here was the flower of the capital, both high nobility and paragons of fashion 3 the faces one meets everywhere, 4 the fools one cannot go without 5 here were, in mobcaps and in roses, elderly ladies, wicked-looking5 here were several maidens- 8 unsmiling faces 5 here was an envoy, speaking of state affairs 5 here was, with fragrant hoary hair, 11 an old man in the old way jokingwith eminent subtility and wit, which is somewhat absurd today!