from “Don Juan”

And then he danced;—all foreigners excel
The serious Angels in the eloquence
Of pantomime! He danced, I say, right well,
With emphasis, and also with good sense—
A thing in footing indispensable;
He danced without theatrical pretence,
Not like a ballet-master in the van
Of his drilled nymphs, but like a gentleman.

Chaste were his steps, each kept within due bound,
And elegance was sprinkled o’er his figure;
Like swift Camilla, he scarce skimm’d the ground,
And rather held in than put forth his vigour,
And then he had an ear for Music’s sound,
Which might defy a crochet critic’s rigour.