Hath but a losing office; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a depart ing friend. King Henry IV. Part II, Act I, Scene 1. Prince John-My lord of York, it better show'd with you, When that your flock assembled by the bell, Encircled you, to hear with rev erence Your exposition on the holy text. King Henry IV. Part II, Act IV, Scene 2. King Henry What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself; And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, That thou art crowned. King Henry IV. Part II, Act IV, Scene 4. Reignier Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, And feast and banquet in the open streets, To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. King Henry VI. Part I, Act I, Scene 6. French General -Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum a warning bell Sings heavy music to thy tim orous soul. And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. King Henry VI, Part I, Act IV, Scene 2. York - And in the end being rescued, I have seen him Caper upright like a wild Morisco, Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells. King Henry VI. Part II, Act III, Scene 1. York-Ring, bells, aloud, burn, bonfires, clear and bright, To entertain great England's lawful king. King Henry VI. Part II, Act V, Scene 1. Warwick-Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, The proudest he that holds up Lan caster, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shakes his bells. King Henry VI, Part III, Act I, Scene 1. Father-Far from my heart thine image n'er shall Surrey go, My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell I'll startle you Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal. King Henry VIII. Act III, Scene 2. No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell. Sonnet LXXI. My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal, The Passionate Pilgrim. Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells With trembling fear, as fowl hear falcon's bells. The Rape of Lucrece. For sorrow like a heavy hanging bell, Once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; Then little strength rings out the doleful knell. The Rape of Lucrece. And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick, that hears the passing bell. Venus and Adonis. Chapter XIV MEMORY'S BELLS THE BELLS OF SHANDON FRANCIS MAHONY (FATHER PROUT). With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee With thy bells of Shandon, The pleasant waters Of the river Lee. I've heard bells chiming Full many a chime in, |