dance

October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.

To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade.

This cordial julep here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds.

Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.

Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth! Oh for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stainèd mouth.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Nature! We are enveloped and embraced by her, incapable of emerging from her and incapable of entering her more deeply. Unbidden and unwarned, she receives us into the circuits of her dance, drifting onward with us herself, until we grow tired and drop from her arms.

You don't grow old and stop dancing, you stop dancing and grow old.

A heavenly place is where I will find my Father A heavenly place is where I am destined to go when I die A heavenly place will have festivities like singing and dancing A heavenly place will give a warm welcome to those who come A heavenly place is not difficult to find if you know Jesus Christ!

Tell me something, my friend. Ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?