Outside the Ball-Room

Victor Hugo (1802–1885), translated by various hands · 1888

iambic pentameter · AABBCCDD · 48 lines · from Poems

Behold the ball-room flashing on the sight,From step to cornice one grand glare of light;The noise of mirth and revelry resounds,Like fairy melody on haunted grounds.But who demands this profuse, wanton glee,These shouts prolonged and wild festivity--Not sure our city--web, more woe than bliss,In any hour, requiring aught but this!

Deaf is the ear of all that jewelled crowdTo sorrow's sob, although its call be loud.Better than waste long nights in idle show,To help the indigent and raise the low--To train the wicked to forsake his way,And find th' industrious work from day to day!Better to charity those hours afford,Which now are wasted at the festal board!

And ye, O high-born beauties! in whose soulVirtue resides, and Vice has no control;Ye whom prosperity forbids to sin,So fair without--so chaste, so pure within--Whose honor Want ne'er threatened to betray,Whose eyes are joyous, and whose heart is gay;Around whose modesty a hundred arms,Aided by pride, protect a thousand charms;For you this ball is pregnant with delight;As glitt'ring planets cheer the gloomy night:--But, O, ye wist not, while your souls are glad,How millions wander, homeless, sick and sad!Hazard has placed you in a happy sphere,And like your own to you all lots appear;For blinded by the sun of bliss your eyesCan see no dark horizon to the skies.

Such is the chance of life! Each gallant thane,Prince, peer, and noble, follow in your train;--They praise your loveliness, and in your earThey whisper pleasing things, but insincere;Thus, as the moths enamoured of the light,Ye seek these realms of revelry each night.But as ye travel thither, did ye knowWhat wretches walk the streets through which you go.Sisters, whose gewgaws glitter in the glareOf your great lustre, all expectant there,Watching the passing crowd with avid eye,Till one their love, or lust, or shame may buy;Or, with commingling jealousy and rage,They mark the progress of your equipage;And their deceitful life essays the whileTo mask their woe beneath a sickly smile!

Words in this poem

glare v. i.
To shine with a bright, dazzling light. [OE. glaren, gloren; cf. AS. glær amber, LG. glaren to glow or burn like coals, D. gloren to glimmer; prob. akin to E. glass.]
haunted a.
Inhabited by, or subject to the visits of, apparitions; frequented by a ghost.
glee n.
Music; minstrelsy; entertainment.
aught n.
Property; possession. [AS. , fr. agan to own, p. p. ahte.]
indigent a.
Wanting; void; free; destitute; -- used with of. [L. indigent, L. indigens, p. p. of indigere to stand in need of, fr. OL. indu (fr. in- in) + L. egere to be needy, to need.]
industrious a.
Given to industry; characterized by diligence; constantly, regularly, or habitually occupied; busy; assiduous; not slothful or idle; -- commonly implying devotion to lawful and useful labor. [L. industrius, industriosus: cf. F. industrieux. See Industry.]
festal a.
Of or pertaining to a holiday or a feast; joyous; festive. [L. festum holiday, feast. See feast.]
homeless a.
Destitute of a home. [AS.hamleas.]
loveliness n.
The state or quality of being lovely. [From Lovely.]
lustre n.
A period of five years; a lustrum. [L. lustrum: cf. F. lustre.]
avid a.
Longing eagerly for; eager; greedy. [L. avidus, fr. av to long: cf. F. avide. See Avarice.]
lust v. i.
To list; to like. [AS. lystan. See Lust, n., and cf. List to choose.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Outside the Ball-Room is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #8775, the various hands translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

Outside the Ball-Room is 48 lines in 4 stanzas. The rhyme scheme is AABBCCDD, complete in 2 of its 4 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%).

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 AABBCCDD sightA · lightA · resoundsB · groundsB · gleeC · festivityC · blissD · thisD
  2. 2 AABBCCDD crowdA · loudA · showB · lowB · wayC · dayC · affordD · boardD
  3. 3 AABBCCDDEEFFGGHH soulA · controlA · sinB · withinB · betrayC · gayC · armsD · charmsD · delightE · nightE · gladF · sadF · sphereG · appearG · eyesH · skiesH
  4. 4 AABBCCDDEEFFGGHH thaneA · trainA · earB · insincereB · lightC · nightC · knowD · goD · glareE · thereE · eyeF · buyF · rageG · equipageG · whileH · smileH
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Behold the ball-room flashing on the sight,10˘/···/˘···
From step to cornice one grand glare of light;10···/˘·····
The noise of mirth and revelry resounds,10·····/˘˘·/
Like fairy melody on haunted grounds.10·/˘/˘˘·/˘·
But who demands this profuse, wanton glee,10··˘/·˘//˘·
These shouts prolonged and wild festivity--10··˘/··˘/˘˘
Not sure our city--web, more woe than bliss,10··//˘·····
In any hour, requiring aught but this!10·/˘/˘/˘···
Deaf is the ear of all that jewelled crowd10·······/˘·
To sorrow's sob, although its call be loud.10·/˘·······
Better than waste long nights in idle show,10/˘·····/˘·
To help the indigent and raise the low--10···/˘˘····
To train the wicked to forsake his way,10···/˘·˘/··
And find th' industrious work from day to day!10··˘/˘·····
Better to charity those hours afford,10/˘·/˘˘·/˘/
Which now are wasted at the festal board!10···/˘··/˘·
And ye, O high-born beauties! in whose soul10·····/˘···
Virtue resides, and Vice has no control;10/˘˘/····˘/
Ye whom prosperity forbids to sin,10··˘/˘˘˘/··
So fair without--so chaste, so pure within--10··········
Whose honor Want ne'er threatened to betray,10·/˘··/˘·˘/
Whose eyes are joyous, and whose heart is gay;10···/˘·····
Around whose modesty a hundred arms,10···/˘˘·/˘·
Aided by pride, protect a thousand charms;10/˘··˘/·/˘·
For you this ball is pregnant with delight;10·····/˘·˘/
As glitt'ring planets cheer the gloomy night:--10···/˘··/˘·
But, O, ye wist not, while your souls are glad,10··········
How millions wander, homeless, sick and sad!10·/˘/˘/˘···
Hazard has placed you in a happy sphere,10/˘·····/˘·
And like your own to you all lots appear;10········˘/
For blinded by the sun of bliss your eyes10·/˘·······
Can see no dark horizon to the skies.10····˘/˘···
Such is the chance of life! Each gallant thane,10·······/˘·
Prince, peer, and noble, follow in your train;--10···/˘/˘···
They praise your loveliness, and in your ear10···/˘˘····
They whisper pleasing things, but insincere;10·/˘/˘···˘/
Thus, as the moths enamoured of the light,10····˘/˘···
Ye seek these realms of revelry each night.10·····/˘˘··
But as ye travel thither, did ye know10···/˘/˘···
What wretches walk the streets through which you go.10··········
Sisters, whose gewgaws glitter in the glare10/˘·/˘/˘···
Of your great lustre, all expectant there,10···/˘·˘/˘·
Watching the passing crowd with avid eye,10/˘·/˘··/˘·
Till one their love, or lust, or shame may buy;10··········
Or, with commingling jealousy and rage,10··˘/˘/˘˘··
They mark the progress of your equipage;10···/···/˘˘
And their deceitful life essays the while10··˘/˘·˘/··
To mask their woe beneath a sickly smile!10·······/˘·

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