The Examiner.
The Examiner.
The Examiner.
The Examiner.
February 9, 1817.
There have been two new ballets this week, one at each Theatre. That at Drury-Lane, Patrick’s Return, is one of the prettiest things we have seen a long time. The dancing and pantomime are very delightfully adapted to a number of old Irish melodies, which we are never tired of hearing.—Zephyr and Flora, at Covent-Garden, is too fine by half for our rude tastes. There are lusty lovers flying in the air, nests of winged Cupids, that start out of bulrushes, trees that lift up their branches like arms:—we suppose they will speak next like Virgil’s wood. But in the midst of all these wonders, we have a more amiable wonder, the three Miss Dennetts, as nymphs,
‘Whom lovely Venus at a birthTo ivy-crowned Bacchus bore.’
‘Whom lovely Venus at a birthTo ivy-crowned Bacchus bore.’
‘Whom lovely Venus at a birthTo ivy-crowned Bacchus bore.’
‘Whom lovely Venus at a birth
To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore.’
They might represent Love, Hope, and Joy. There is one part in which they seem to dance on the strings of the harp which playsto them; the liquid sounds and the motion are the same. These young ladies put us in mind of Florizel’s praise of Perdita:—
‘When you do dance, I wish you a wave o’ th’ sea,That you might ever do nothing but that;Move still, still so, and own no other function.’
‘When you do dance, I wish you a wave o’ th’ sea,That you might ever do nothing but that;Move still, still so, and own no other function.’
‘When you do dance, I wish you a wave o’ th’ sea,That you might ever do nothing but that;Move still, still so, and own no other function.’
‘When you do dance, I wish you a wave o’ th’ sea,
That you might ever do nothing but that;
Move still, still so, and own no other function.’