Waltzing is the only sort of dance in fashion at Dresden, excepting now and then a Polonaise.

Polonaise in A flat major: Chopin'what rot!

I should like to hear that polonaise again.

Polonaise, the life of Chopin.

BVC band show (containing marching instructions to Military Polonaise march arranged by Dick Jacobs)

(See also BVC band show (containing ... Bennett); 9Oct74; R587193) R599287. BVC band show (containing marching instructions to Military Polonaise march, arranged by Dick Jacobs)

Polonaise, the life of Chopin.

Eleanor Mercein Kelly (A); 4Oct62; R302434. Polonaise.

BVC band show (containing marching instructions to Military Polonaise march arranged by Dick Jacobs)

She played the Chopin Grande Polonaise, or as much of it as her fingers, tempestuous and inexpert, could clutch and reach.

There was joy and triumph and splendor in the Grande Polonaise; she felt them in her heart and nerves as a delicate, dangerous tremor, the almost intolerable on coming of splendor, of triumph and of joy.

Tortured out of all knowledge, the Grande Polonaise screamed and writhed in its agony.

Now and then, when the Polonaise screamed louder, Mary drew a hissing breath of pain through her locked teeth, and Gwenda grinned.

Not that to Gwenda there was anything funny in the writhing and screaming of the Grande Polonaise.

But Essy in her kitchen made no effort to stand up to the Grande Polonaise.

She couldn't have told you what the Polonaise was like or what it did to her; all that she could have said was that it went through and through her.

It was in the last three weeks that the Polonaise had found her out and had begun to go through and through her, till it was more than she could bear.

" Through the screaming of the Polonaise Essy listened for the opening of the study door.

On a September evening the Vicar was snug enough in his cell; and before the Grande Polonaise had burst in upon him he had been at peace with God and man.

Now, oddly enough, the Grande Polonaise had set Mr. Cartaret thinking of Robina.

Beaten back by the frenzy of the Polonaise, it made a violent return; it rose, quivering, at her eyelids and her mouth; it broke, and, with a shudder of all her body, split itself and fell.

All morning the little Erad piano shook with the Grande Valse and the Grande Polonaise of Chopin.

When it ceased there rose from the piano that was its grave the Grande Polonaise of Chopin.

She couldn't fling herself on to a Polonaise of a Sonata any more than she could lie on a couch all day and look at her own white hands and dream.

But the skirt of it is gathered on back and front, giving him an irresistibly comical pannier effect, like a Dolly Varden polonaise.