But, the dancing - ah! parlez-moi, Dolly, de ça - There, indeed, is a treat that charms all but Papa. Such beauty such grace- oh ye sylphs of romance! Fly, fly to Titania, and ask her if she has One light- footed nymph in her train that can dance Like divine Bigottini and sweet Fann Bias! Fanny Bias in Flora - dear creature you'd 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. And when Bigottini in Psyche dishevels Her black flowing hair, and by daemons is driven, Oh! Who does not envy those rude little devils, That hold her and hug her, and keep her from heaven? Then, the music -so softly its cadences die, So divinely Oh Dolly! between you and I, It's a-well for my peace that there's nobody nigh To make love to me then you've a soul and can judge What a crisis ' twould be for your friend Biddy Fudge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL LONDON SNOW by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON INSPIRATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD THE YELLOW BADGE by RUTH SCHECHTER ALEXANDER TO A GIPSY CHILD BY THE SEA-SHORE by MATTHEW ARNOLD |