Poetry of the BellsPrinted in aid of the Cambridge chime, by H.O. Houghton, 1858 - 70 pagina's |
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Pagina 5
... of woe . Sadly and solemnly roll forth the knell , First for the loved one a requiem swell . Sweet was the mufic , Thrilling and low , From lips that once sounded Like water's clear flow- Through din and disorder and changes . of time ,
... of woe . Sadly and solemnly roll forth the knell , First for the loved one a requiem swell . Sweet was the mufic , Thrilling and low , From lips that once sounded Like water's clear flow- Through din and disorder and changes . of time ,
Pagina 10
... 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 ; II And ring a thousand memories . At vesper ,
... 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 ; II And ring a thousand memories . At vesper ,
Pagina 21
... sweet Cork , of thee , With thy bells of Shandon , That sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee . I've heard bells chiming full many a clime in , Tolling sublime in Cathedral fhrine , While at a glib rate brass tongues ...
... sweet Cork , of thee , With thy bells of Shandon , That sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee . I've heard bells chiming full many a clime in , Tolling sublime in Cathedral fhrine , While at a glib rate brass tongues ...
Pagina 24
... answering their sweet anger , When the wrangling bells had ended , Slowly ftruck the clock eleven , And , from out the filent heaven , Silence on the town descended . Silence , filence everywhere , On the earth and in Carillon.
... answering their sweet anger , When the wrangling bells had ended , Slowly ftruck the clock eleven , And , from out the filent heaven , Silence on the town descended . Silence , filence everywhere , On the earth and in Carillon.
Pagina 25
... ; Till their chimes in sweet collifion Mingled with each wandering vision , Mingled with the fortune - telling Gipsy - bands of dreams and fancies , Which amid the wafte expanses W 26 Of the filent land of trances Have their solitary. 25.
... ; Till their chimes in sweet collifion Mingled with each wandering vision , Mingled with the fortune - telling Gipsy - bands of dreams and fancies , Which amid the wafte expanses W 26 Of the filent land of trances Have their solitary. 25.
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
aifles ancient town belfry bells of Shandon bleffed Bride cadence canft Chrift Chriſtian Chriſtmas Bells church CHURCH BELLS clang clangor cymbals defire dream dwells Eafter echoes Elisabeth Whitney Putnam fhall filent fing fire flept Flings float flowly foreft foreſt ftand fteeple ftill glorious GOLDEN LEGEND guſh hallowed happy Hark harmony hath hear heart responfive swells heaven hufh hymn knells laſt liften lone Long fellow Lord loud LUCIFER MEMORIAM merrily merry morning mufic night o'er old bells old Flemish city peal pean pleasant waters poet's praise prayer Prieſts quaint old Flemish red sea Ring River Lee rolling rung Runic rhyme Sabbath bells ſhall ſhow ſky solemn song sort of Runic soul sound so grand spires ſtill sweet SYLVAN'S BELL Telleft thou tells Tennyson thine thought tinkle tolling tongue town of Bruges UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA URANIA vesper VILLAGE BELLS Viſion voice Wake wild wild bells wiſhed
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 36 - Oh, from out the sounding cells 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— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 22 - But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter ! Flings o'er the Tiber Pealing solemnly. Oh ! the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Pagina 39 - Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells, Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells— To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells: To the tolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
Pagina 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,...
Pagina 38 - All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, 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, They are Ghouls...
Pagina 67 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone — That tuneful peal will still ring on ; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
Pagina 67 - 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.
Pagina 70 - The time draws near the birth of Christ: The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound: Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace, Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.