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   Coketown†ugly citadel, where Nature was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in.

—Dickens, CharlesJohn Huffam

On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.

—Poe, EdgarAllan

   I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore, And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.

—Gilbert, Sir W(illiam) S(chwenck)