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Seite 42 - Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Seite 18 - I could never hear the AveMary bell* without an elevation, or think it a sufficient warrant, because they erred in one circumstance, for me to err in all, that is, in silence and dumb contempt ; whilst therefore they directed their devotions to her, I offered mine to God, and rectified the errors of their prayers, by rightly ordering mine own.
Seite 98 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 41 - Why hang the sweet bells mute in Magdalen Tower, Still wont to usher in delightful May; The dewy silence of the morning hour Cheering with many a changeful roundelay ? And those pure youthful voices, where are they, That, hymning far up in the listening sky, Seemed issuing softly through the gates of day, As if a troop of sainted souls on high Were hovering o'er the earth with angel melody...
Seite 79 - Halfpence and farthings, Say the bells of St. Martin's. Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. Clement's. Pancakes and fritters, Say the bells of St. Peter's. Two sticks and an apple, Say the bells at Whitechapel.
Seite 81 - 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...
Seite 23 - And when any is passing out of this life, a bell shall be tolled, and the minister shall not then slack to do his last duty. And after the party's death, if it so fall out, there shall be rung no more than one short peal, and one other before the burial, and one other after the burial.
Seite 79 - say the bells of Old Bailey. " When I grow rich," say the bells of Shoreditch. " When will that be ?
Seite 44 - Even the soul of the conqueror who had devastated Europe was stirred in its inmost depths by the simple sound. " When we were at Malmaison," says Bourrienne of Napoleon, "how often has the booming of the village bell broken off the most interesting conversations ! He stopped, lest the moving of our feet might cause the loss of a single beat of the tones which charmed him.