Lord Byron on Festivities

“There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.”

“The music, and the banquet, and the wine— The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments— The white arms and the raven hair—the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.”