You Think They Are Crusaders Sent From Some Infernal Clime, To Pluck The Eyes Of Sentiment And Dock The Tail Of Rhyme, To Crack The Voice Of Melody And Break The Legs Of Time.

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You think they are crusaders sent
From some infernal clime,
To pluck the eyes of sentiment
And dock the tail of Rhyme,
To crack the voice of Melody
And break the legs of Time.
-- Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)
-- The Music-Grinders