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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = You know you haven't got a singing face. Rhodes—Bombastes Furioso. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Beaumont) Every night he comes With musics of all sorts and songs compos'd To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us To chide him from our eaves; for he persists As if his life lay on't. All's Well That Ends Well Act III. Sc. 7. L. 39, Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung With feigning voice verses of feigning love. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 30. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O! she will sing the savageness out of a bear. Othelb. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 200. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = His tongue is now a stringless instrument. Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 149. Nay, now you are too flat And mar the concord with too harsh a descant. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 94. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = But one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 46. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one. Shelley—To Jane. The Keen Stars were Twinkling. SKY (The) And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, That God alone was to be seen in Heaven. | author = Byron | work = The Dream. St. 4. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = "Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue," As some one somewhere sings about the sky. | author = Byron | work = Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 110. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Southey}} under {{sc|Fish}}) | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Arrestment, sudden really as a bolt out of the blue has hit strange victims. Carlyle—French Revolution. Vol. III. P. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = ' | seealso = (See also {{sc|Homer, Vergil}}) | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,— And that's the skies! | author = Emily Dickinson | work = Poems. XLX. Second Series. (Ed. 1891) | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! Hood—Written in a Volume of Shakspeare. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Bolt from the blue. Horace—Ode. I. 34. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Carlyle}}) | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary. Alfred Kreymborg—Old Manuscript. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 713 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When it is evening, ye say it will be fair weather: for the sky is red. Matthew. XVI. %