Lord Byron on Colors

“From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow.”

“When Michael saw this host, he first grew pale, As angels can; next like Italian twilight, He turned all colours—as a peacock's tail, Or sunset streaming through a Gothic Skylight In some old abbey, or a trout not stale, Or distant lightning on the horizon by night Or a fresh rainbow, or a grand review Of thirty regiments in red, green, and blue.”