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• It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old.
  -- Edmund H. Sears (1810-1876) -- The Angels' Song...
• Where gripinge grefes the hart wounde, And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse, There music with her silver sound With spede is wont to send redresse.
  -- Thomas Percy (1728-1811) -- A Song to the Lute in Musicke...
• Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 18...
• And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect day
  Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays....
• Radiolimbo: long stretches of highway where there is no decent radio.
• Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound. -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book ii, Canto xii, St.
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• In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasa
  it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth....
• Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 221...
• How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want!
  -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book ii, Canto viii, St. 2...