dance
IPA: dˈæns
noun
- A sequence of rhythmic steps or movements usually performed to music, for pleasure or as a form of social interaction.
- A social gathering where dancing is the main activity.
- (uncountable) The art, profession, and study of dancing.
- (uncountable) A genre of modern music characterised by sampled beats, repetitive rhythms and few lyrics.
- A piece of music with a particular dance rhythm.
- (figurative) A battle of wits, especially one commonly fought between two rivals.
- (figurative, dated) Any strenuous or difficult movement, action, or task.
- (apiology) A repetitive movement used in communication between worker honey bees.
- The death throes of a hanged person.
- (heraldry) A normally horizontal stripe called a fess that has been modified to zig-zag across the center of a coat of arms from dexter to sinister.
- A surname.
verb
- (intransitive) To move with rhythmic steps or movements, especially in time to music.
- (intransitive) To leap or move lightly and rapidly.
- (transitive) To perform the steps to.
- (transitive) To cause to dance, or move nimbly or merrily about.
- (figurative, euphemistic) To make love or have sex.
- (apiology, of a worker honey bee) To make a repetitive movement in order to communicate to other worker honey bees.
- (figurative, euphemistic) To kick and convulse from the effects of being hanged.
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Examples of "dance" in Sentences
- Emails in inbox right now: 31 *happy dance, happy dance, oh, the happy dance*
- With a vision of creating a night for ` dance kids who want to rock and rock kids who want to dance´
- For convenience of reference these types of dance may be called _whirling, circling_, and the _figure eight dance_.
- The _Conjunctive_ expresses the _Action_ or _Passion_ conditionally and is always joined with the _Indicative_, or the same _Mood_; as _I will love you, if you wou'd love me_; _I wou'd dance, if you wou'd dance_.
- Do I want to dance -- to _dance_ -- Good God! And talk nonsense and the gossip of the Island with these youths when I have naught to say but that my soul has grown wings and that the cold lamp in my breast has blown out, and lit again with the flame that keeps the world alive?
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