Page:The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero) - Volume 1.djvu/527

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Muse of the many-twinkling feet![1] whose charms
Are now extended up from legs to arms;
Terpsichore!—too long misdeemed a maid—
Reproachful term—bestowed but to upbraid—
Henceforth in all the bronze of brightness shine,[2]
The least a Vestal of the Virgin Nine.
Far be from thee and thine the name of Prude:
Mocked yet triumphant; sneered at, unsubdued;
Thy legs must move to conquer as they fly,
If but thy coats are reasonably high!10
Thy breast—if bare enough—requires no shield;
Dance forth—sans armour thou shalt take the field
And own—impregnable to most assaults,
Thy not too lawfully begotten "Waltz."

Hail, nimble Nymph! to whom the young hussar,[3]

The whiskered votary of Waltz and War,
  1. "Glance their many-twinkling feet."—Gray.
  2. Henceforth with due unblushing brightness shine.—[MS. M.]
  3. [Lines 15-28 do not appear in the MS., but ten lines (omitting lines 21-24) were inserted in Proof No. 1.]