Bells: An AnthologyMary Jane Taber |
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... hath praise and well it may . A better bell than I , cannot be found under the sky . I am the first , although but small , I will be heard above you all . When I begin then all strike in . When you me ring I'll sweetly sing . My sound ...
... hath praise and well it may . A better bell than I , cannot be found under the sky . I am the first , although but small , I will be heard above you all . When I begin then all strike in . When you me ring I'll sweetly sing . My sound ...
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... hath marr'd , Jangled they have , and jarr'd So long , they're out of tune , and out of frame ; They seem not now the same . Put them in frame anew , and once begin To tune them , so that they may chime all in . " At Perth one of the ...
... hath marr'd , Jangled they have , and jarr'd So long , they're out of tune , and out of frame ; They seem not now the same . Put them in frame anew , and once begin To tune them , so that they may chime all in . " At Perth one of the ...
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... hath done me wrong ! " The judge's heart was touched , and he sent for the knight and asked him for his defense . Sir Knight treated the whole affair as a joke , but when assured that it was a legal summons which had brought him there ...
... hath done me wrong ! " The judge's heart was touched , and he sent for the knight and asked him for his defense . Sir Knight treated the whole affair as a joke , but when assured that it was a legal summons which had brought him there ...
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... Hath Christ Church giant bell swung out around , And the night songster's voice melodious drowned . J. B. NORTON . In these far chimes it was my lot To meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreadful fame , That when in ...
... Hath Christ Church giant bell swung out around , And the night songster's voice melodious drowned . J. B. NORTON . In these far chimes it was my lot To meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreadful fame , That when in ...
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... hath told us when it is best for us to marry . " Then Southey asks : What said the Bells of Doncaster to our dear doctor on that happy morning which made him a whole man by uniting to him the rib which he had till then wanted ? They ...
... hath told us when it is best for us to marry . " Then Southey asks : What said the Bells of Doncaster to our dear doctor on that happy morning which made him a whole man by uniting to him the rib which he had till then wanted ? They ...
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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
Popular passages
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!