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Silver bells, silver bells,
It's Christmas time in the city.
(Ray Evans (b. 1915), U.S. songwriter. "Silver Bells," The Lemon Drop Kid, Paramount Music Corp. (1950).
Music composed by Jay Livingston (b. 1915).)
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Every cloud must have a silver lining.
(George A. Norton (1880-1923), U.S. songwriter. "My Melancholy Baby," Morris Music Co. (1912).
Music composed by Ernie Burnett (1884-1959).)
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Seine and Piave are silver spoons,
But the spoonbowl-metal is thin and worn,
(Stephen Vincent Benιt (1898-1943), U.S. poet. American Names (l. 6-7). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.)
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Puccini—Silver macaroni, exquisitely tangled
(H.L. (Henry Lewis) Mencken (1880-1956), U.S. journalist, critic. Originally published in the Smart Set (May 1912). The Vintage Mencken, ch. 26, p. 141, ed. Alistair Cooke, Vintage (1956).)
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The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide:
(John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. The Eve of St. Agnes (l. 31). . .
The Complete Poems [John Keats]. John Barnard, ed. (3d ed., 1988) Penguin.)
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A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
(Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. Silver (l. 11-14).
FaPO-. Favorite Poems Old and New. Helen Ferris, ed. (1957) Doubleday & Company.)
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Hear the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells!
(Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. The Bells (l. 1-2). . .
Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.)
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Naked as paper to start
But in twenty-five years she'll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
(Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The Applicant (l. 30-32). . .
The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.)
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