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-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Bells
For bells are the voice of the church;They have tones that touch and searchThe hearts of young and old.
Longfellow.
The music nighest bordering upon heaven.
Lamb.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow.
Tennyson.
Ring out the darkness of the land,Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Tennyson.
That all-softening, overpowering knell,The tocsin of the soul—the dinner bell.
Byron.
When o’er the street the morning peal is flungFrom yon tall belfry with the brazen tongue,Its wide vibrations, wafted by the gale,To each far listener tell a different tale.
Holmes.
And the Sabbath bell,That over wood and wild and mountain dellWanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholyWith sounds most musical, most melancholy.
Samuel Rogers.
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.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;How soft the music of those village bells,Falling at intervals upon the earIn cadence sweet, now dying all away.
Cowper.
Bell, thou soundest merrily,When, the bridal partyTo the church doth hie!Bell, thou soundest solemnly,When, on Sabbath morning,Fields deserted lie!
Longfellow.
The bells themselves are the best of preachers,Their brazen lips are learned teachers,From their pulpits of stone, in the upper air,Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw,Shriller than trumpets under the Law,Now a sermon and now a prayer.
Longfellow.
The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard,Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voiceOf one, who from the far-off hills proclaimsTidings of good to Zion.
Charles Lamb.
And this be the vocation fit,For which the founder fashioned it;High, high above earth’s life, earth’s laborE’en to the heaven’s blue vault to soar.To hover as the thunder’s neighbor,The very firmament explore.To be a voice as from aboveLike yonder stars so bright and clear,That praise their Maker as they move,And usher in the circling year.Tun’d be its metal mouth aloneTo things eternal and sublime.And as the swift wing’d hours speed onMay it record the flight of time!
Schiller.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,Golden bells!What a world of happiness their harmony foretellsThrough the balmy air of nightHow they ring out their delight!From the molten golden notes,And all in tuneWhat a liquid ditty floatsTo the turtle-dove that listens while she gloatsOn the moon!
Poe.
