Bells: An AnthologyMary Jane Taber |
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... fall ; And there was nought of strange , beside The flights of mews and peewits pied By millions crouched on the old sea wall . I sat and spun within the doore , My thread brake off , I raised myne eyes The level sun , like ruddy ore ...
... fall ; And there was nought of strange , beside The flights of mews and peewits pied By millions crouched on the old sea wall . I sat and spun within the doore , My thread brake off , I raised myne eyes The level sun , like ruddy ore ...
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... fall , Men , monkeys , lapdogs , parrots , perish all . 1 РОРЕ . If the bell has any sides the clapper will find ' em . BEN JONSON . Die Glocken sind die Artillerie des Geistlichkeit . ( Bells are the artillery of the Priesthood ...
... fall , Men , monkeys , lapdogs , parrots , perish all . 1 РОРЕ . If the bell has any sides the clapper will find ' em . BEN JONSON . Die Glocken sind die Artillerie des Geistlichkeit . ( Bells are the artillery of the Priesthood ...
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... falls on the doorsteps of a great house . The cook threatens to scald him with boiling water if he does not go away . He rises but falls again from weakness . At that opportune moment his good genius makes his appearance in the shape of ...
... falls on the doorsteps of a great house . The cook threatens to scald him with boiling water if he does not go away . He rises but falls again from weakness . At that opportune moment his good genius makes his appearance in the shape of ...
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... falls in love with Miss Alice , and she with him , for by this time he has grown a hand- some young man . They are married , he is taken into partnership with Mr. Fitzwarren , grows richer and richer , is not only three times but four ...
... falls in love with Miss Alice , and she with him , for by this time he has grown a hand- some young man . They are married , he is taken into partnership with Mr. Fitzwarren , grows richer and richer , is not only three times but four ...
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... Oh , has an angel touched the bell , Angelus ! For now upon the parting swell All sorrow seems to sing farewell , There falls a peace no words can tell , Angelus ! Chapter XX THE CURFEW BELL The hated curfew bell was THE ANGELUS 167.
... Oh , has an angel touched the bell , Angelus ! For now upon the parting swell All sorrow seems to sing farewell , There falls a peace no words can tell , Angelus ! Chapter XX THE CURFEW BELL The hated curfew bell was THE ANGELUS 167.
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Abbot of Aberbrothock ancient Angelus belfry BELL OF ATRI Bellman Bells of St bells ring bless Bow Bells cast Cathedral Chapter chime Christmas church bells clang crune Curfew cursed Cusha dark death Ding-dong doth Enderby England eyes float gold Gomez Gomez band hang hath hear heart heaven holy honore Sancti horse hour hung Inchcape Rock jangling King Henry King Henry VI knell Lindis listen little Jackdaw Lord Mayor Mayor of London merrily Michael's morning motto never nice little boy night o'er Othello passing-bell peal pounds pray prayer Queen quoth Rebecca Richard Penlake Richard Whittington ring to-night ringers river Lee robbers ROBERT SOUTHEY rope round rung Say the Bells Scene Shandon sing song soul sound steeple sweet swell swinging tell thou tinkle Tintagel Toby Veck tolling tongue tower town crier unto uppe voice Whittington wild
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Page 130 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 107 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 38 - Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow; Come uppe, Whitefoot, come uppe, Lightfoot; Quit...
Page 148 - IT is done ! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel ! How the great guns, peal on peal, Fling the joy from town to town ! Ring, 0 bells ! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial hour of crime.
Page 41 - Lindis raging sped. It swept with thunderous noises loud; Shaped like a curling snow-white cloud, Or like a demon in a shroud. And rearing Lindis backward pressed, Shook all her trembling bankes amaine ; Then madly at the eygre's breast Flung uppe her.
Page 10 - What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Page 9 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells — What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 97 - The great Lord Cardinal turns at the sight Of these nice little boys dressed all in white : From his finger he draws His costly turquoise ; And, not thinking at all about little Jackdaws, Deposits it straight By the side of his plate, While the nice little boys on his Eminence wait ; Till, when nobody's dreaming of any such thing, That little Jackdaw hops off with the ring.
Page 118 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 135 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!