You May Also Like / View all maxioms
 To brisk notes in cadence beating
 Glance their many-twinkling feet.  
 To brisk notes in cadence beating
 Glance their many-twinkling feet. 
 Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine
 (Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine),
  Long be thine read more 
 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 esteem'd than thee. 
You've got to dance like nobody's watching and love like it's never going to hurt.
You've got to dance like nobody's watching and love like it's never going to hurt.
Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.
Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.
 A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
 Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
  Soft eyes look'd love read more 
 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. 
 Endearing Waltz--to thy more melting tune
 Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon.
  Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance read more 
 Endearing Waltz--to thy more melting tune
 Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon.
  Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance forego
   Your future claims to each fantastic toe!
    Waltz--Waltz alone--both legs and arms demands,
     Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands. 
Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad
Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad
 Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
 Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
read more 
 Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
 Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
  Old fold and young together, and children mingled among them. 
 Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
 Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
  And the read more 
 Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
 Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
  And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
   Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.