|This dance of death which sounds so musically|
Was sure intended for the corpse de ballet.
Anon.On the Danse Macabre of Saint-Saëns.
|O give me new figures! I cant go on dancing|
The same that were taught me ten seasons ago;
The schoolmaster over the land is advancing,
Then why is the master of dancing so slow?
It is such a bore to be always caught tripping
In dull uniformity year after year;
Invent something new, and youll set me a skipping:
I want a new figure to dance with my Dear!
Thomas Haynes BaylyQuadrille a la Mode.
|My dancing days are done.|
Beaumont and FletcherScornful Lady. Act V. Sc. 3.
|A thousand hearts beat happily; and when|
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes lookd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
ByronChilde Harold. Canto III. St. 21.
|On with the dance! let joy be unconfind;|
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet.
ByronChilde Harold. Canto III. St. 22.
|And then he danced;all foreigners excel|
The serious Angles 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 drilld nymphs, but like a gentleman.
ByronDon Juan. Canto XIV. St. 38.
|Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine|
(Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine),
Long be thine import from all duty free,
And hock itself be less esteemd than thee.
ByronThe Waltz. L. 29.
|Endearing Waltzto thy more melting tune|
Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon.
Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance forego
Your future claims to each fantastic toe!
WaltzWaltz aloneboth legs and arms demands,
Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands.
ByronThe Waltz. L. 109.
|Hot from the hands promiscuously applied,|
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
ByronThe Waltz. L. 234.
|What! the girl I adore by another embraced?|
What! the balm of her breath shall another man taste?
What! pressed in the dance by anothers mans knee?
What! panting recline on another than me?
Sir, shes yours; you have pressed from the grape its fine blue,
From the rosebud youve shaken the tremulous dew;
What youve touched you may take. Pretty waltzeradieu!
Sir Henry EnglefieldThe Waltz. Dancing.
|Such pains, such pleasures now alike are oer,|
And beaus and etiquette shall soon exist no more
At their speed behold advancing
Modern men and women dancing;
Step and dress alike express
Above, below from heel to toe,
Male and female awkwardness.
Without a hoop, without a ruffle,
One eternal jig and shuffle,
Wheres the air and wheres the gait?
Wheres the feather in the hat?
Where the frizzed toupee? and where
Oh! wheres the powder for the hair?
Catherine FanshaweThe Abrogation of the Birth-Night Ball.
| To brisk notes in cadence beating|
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
GrayProgress of Poesy. Pt. I. St. 3. L. 10.
|Alike all ages: dames of ancient days|
Have led their children through the mirthful maze;
And the gay grandsire, skilld in gestic lore,
Has friskd beneath the burden of threescore.
GoldsmithTraveller. L. 251.
|And the dancing has begun now,|
And the dancers whirl round gaily
In the waltzs giddy mazes,
And the ground beneath them trembles.
HeineBook of Songs. Don Ramiro. St. 23.
|Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,|
And closely their hands together are pressd;
And soon as a dance has come to a close,
Another begins, and each merrily goes.
HeineDream and Life.
|Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances|
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
Old folk and young together, and children mingled among them.
LongfellowEvangeline. Pt. I. IV.
| He who esteems the Virginia reel|
A bait to draw saints from their spiritual weal,
And regards the quadrille as a far greater knavery
Than crushing His African children with slavery,
Since all who take part in a waltz or cotillon
Are mounted for hell on the devils own pillion,
Who, as every true orthodox Christian well knows,
Approaches the heart through the door of the toes.
LowellFable for Critics. L. 492.
|Come, knit hands, and beat the ground|
In a light fantastic round.
MiltonComus. L. 143.
|Come and trip it as ye go,|
On the light fantastic toe.
MiltonLAllegro. L. 33.
|Dancing in the chequerd shade.|
MiltonLAllegro. L. 96.
| Dear creature!youd swear|
When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round,
That her steps are of light, that her home is the air,
And she only par complaisance touches the ground.
MooreFudge Family in Paris. Letter V. L. 50.
|Others import yet nobler arts from France,|
Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.
PopeDunciad. Bk. IV. L. 597.
|Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day,|
Charmd the small-pox, or chasd old age away;
* * * * * *
To patch, nay ogle, might become a saint,
Nor could it sure be such a sin to paint.
PopeRape of the Lock. Canto V. L. 19.
|I know the romance, since its over,|
Twere idle, or worse, to recall;
I know youre a terrible rover;
But, Clarence, youll come to our ball.
|I saw her at a country ball;|
There when the sound of flute and fiddle
Gave signal sweet in that old hall,
Of hands across and down the middle
Hers was the subtlest spell by far
Of all that sets young hearts romancing:
She was our queen, our rose, our star;
And when she dancedoh, heaven, her dancing!
PraedThe Belle of the Ball.
|He, perfect dancer, climbs the rope,|
And balances your fear and hope.
PriorAlma. Canto II. L. 9.
|Once on a time, the wight Stupidity|
For his throne trembled,
When he discovered in the brains of men
Something like thoughts assembled,
And so he searched for a plausible plan
One of validity,
And racked his brains, if rack his brains he can
None having, or a very few!
At last he hit upon a way
For putting to rout,
And driving out
From our dull clay
These same intruders new
This Sense, these Thoughts, these Speculative ills
What could he do? He introduced quadrilles.
RuskinThe Invention of Quadrilles.
|We are dancing on a volcano.|
Comte de Salvandy. At a fête given to the King of Naples. (1830).
| They have measured many a mile,|
To tread a measure with you on this grass.
Loves Labours Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 186.
|He capers nimbly in a ladys chamber|
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 12.
|For you and I are past our dancing days.|
Romeo and Juliet. Act 1. Sc. 5.
| When you do dance, I wish you|
A wave o th sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.
Winters Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 140.
|Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne!|
SheridanThe Critic. Act II. Sc. 2.
|While his off-heel, insidiously aside,|
Provokes the caper which he seems to chide.
SheridanPizarro. The Prologue.
|But O, she dances such a way!|
No sun upon an Easter-day,
Is half so fine a sight.
SucklingA Ballad Upon a Wedding. St. 8.
|Dance light, for my heart it lies under your feet, love.|
John Francis WallerKitty Neil. Dance Light.
|And beautiful maidens moved down in the dance,|
With the magic of motion and sunshine of glance:
And white arms wreathed lightly, and tresses fell free
As the plumage of birds in some tropical tree.
WhittierCities of the Plain. St. 4.
|Jack shall pipe, and Jill shall dance.|
George WitherPoem on Christmas.