The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.

A thousand hearts beat happily; and when

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,

Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,

And all went merry as a marriage bell.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 21.

But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

Did ye not hear it?—No! 't was but the wind,

Or the car rattling o'er the stony street.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;