Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood. – Wallace Stevens, 1916
It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold. – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII