|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Silence that dreadful bell,|
It frights the Isle from her propriety.
Shakespeare.Othello, Act II. Scene 3. (The Moor, after the affray between Cassio and Montano.)
|That all-softening, overpowering knell,|
The tocsin of the soulthe dinner bell.
Byron.Don Juan, Canto V. Stanza 49.
|There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;|
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet, now dying all away.
Cowper.The Task, Book VI. Line 1.
|Those evening bells! those evening bells!|
How many a tale their music tells,
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime!
Tom Moore.Vol. IV. Page 157.