Once fairly set out on his party of pleasure,
Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure,
From Elba to Lyons and Paris he goes,
Making balls for the ladies, and bows tohis foes.
More verses by George Gordon Byron
- Don Juan: Canto The Seventeenth
- The Siege Of Corinth
- Lines Written On A Blank Leaf Of 'The Pleasures Of Memory'
- Epitaph To A Dog