Poetry of the BellsPrinted in aid of the Cambridge chime, by H.O. Houghton, 1858 - 70 Seiten |
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Samuel Batchelder. 10485.56 185 66 To call the fold to Church in time , We chime . When joy and mirth are on the wing , We ring . When we lament a departed soul , We toll . " CONTENTS . Proem . Isabella James The Bell at Sea.
Samuel Batchelder. 10485.56 185 66 To call the fold to Church in time , We chime . When joy and mirth are on the wing , We ring . When we lament a departed soul , We toll . " CONTENTS . Proem . Isabella James The Bell at Sea.
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... Ring from the belfry , Loudly and clear , Waves of loved harmonies , He cannot hear ; For the voice that once chanted On earth the glad ftrain , Exalted to glory , Repeats it again . Then why fhould he liften To hope's earthly bells ...
... Ring from the belfry , Loudly and clear , Waves of loved harmonies , He cannot hear ; For the voice that once chanted On earth the glad ftrain , Exalted to glory , Repeats it again . Then why fhould he liften To hope's earthly bells ...
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... Ring from the belfry , Gently a peal What time hath in keeping Of woe or of weal- For the Infant unconsciously brought to acquire In waters baptismal the Spirit of fire . Ring out over hill - fide , Chime out over sea ,器 The gospel's ...
... Ring from the belfry , Gently a peal What time hath in keeping Of woe or of weal- For the Infant unconsciously brought to acquire In waters baptismal the Spirit of fire . Ring out over hill - fide , Chime out over sea ,器 The gospel's ...
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... How glorious muft their mufic be As breaks the hallowed day , And calleth with a seraph's voice A nation up to pray ! Those chimes that tell a thousand tales , Sweet tales of olden time ; And ring a thousand memories At vesper , and at ...
... How glorious muft their mufic be As breaks the hallowed day , And calleth with a seraph's voice A nation up to pray ! Those chimes that tell a thousand tales , Sweet tales of olden time ; And ring a thousand memories At vesper , and at ...
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Samuel Batchelder. And ring a thousand memories At vesper , and at prime ! At bridal and at burial , For cottager and king , Those chimes - those glorious Christian chimes , How bleffedly they ring ! The chimes , those chimes of Mother ...
Samuel Batchelder. And ring a thousand memories At vesper , and at prime ! At bridal and at burial , For cottager and king , Those chimes - those glorious Christian chimes , How bleffedly they ring ! The chimes , those chimes of Mother ...
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aifles ancient town Arthur belfry bells of Shandon bleffed bleft Bride cadence CAMBRIDGE CHIME canft CARILLON Charles Lamb CHIMES OF ENGLAND Chrift Chriſtian Chriſtmas Bells clang clangor Coxe defire dream Dublin University Magazine dwells echoes fhall filent fing flept Flings float flowly foreft Francis Mahony fteeple ftill ftone glorious GODMINSTER CHIMES GOLDEN LEGEND hallowed happy Hark harmony hath hear heard heaven hufh hymn knells laſt liften lone Longfellow Lord loud Lowell LUCIFER Matin MEMORIAM merrily merry morning mufic night o'er old bells old Flemish city paſt peal pean pleasant waters poet's praise prayer Prieſts PROEM quaint old Flemish red sea Ring River Lee rolling rung Runic rhyme Sabbath bells ſhow ſky solemn song sort of Runic soul sound so grand ſtand ſtill sweet SYLVAN'S BELL tells thine thought tinkle tolling tongue tower town of Bruges vesper VILLAGE BELLS voice Wake wild wild bells
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Seite 35 - 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; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells,— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Seite 65 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Seite 21 - On this I ponder Where'er I wander And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Seite 24 - IN the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud and sweetly blended, Low at times and loud at times, And changing like a poet's rhymes, Rang the beautiful wild chimes From the Belfry in the market Of the ancient town of Bruges.
Seite 66 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Seite 21 - I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's mole in, Their thunder rolling From the Vatican, — And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame ; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber Pealing solemnly.
Seite 23 - The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion: chiefly when Their piercing tones fall sudden on the ear Of the contemplant, solitary man, Whom thoughts abstruse or high have chanced to lure Forth from the walks of men, revolving oft, And oft again, hard matter, which eludes And baffles his pursuit — thought-sick and tired Of controversy, where no end appears, No clue to his research,...
Seite 34 - 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 over-sprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Seite 39 - In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human...
Seite 22 - Oh! the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the River Lee.