Bells

How sweet on the breeze of the evening swellsLike a requiem sung to the parting day.

— Bells

Hark! the bonny Christ-Church bells, And they troul so merrily.

— Bells

That all-softening, overpowering knell,The tocsin of the soul—the dinner bell.

— Bells

How soft the music of those village bells,Where Memory slept.

— Bells

The church-going bell.

— Bells

The vesper bell from farThat seems to mourn for the expiring day.

— Bells

Your voices break and falter in the darkness,—Break, falter, and are still.

— Bells

Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.

— Bells

Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bellsWhen on the undulating air they swim!

— Bells

While the steeples are loud in their joy,For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.

— Bells

The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, Play uppe The Brides of Enderby."

— Bells

I call the Living—I mourn the Dead—I break the Lightning.

— Bells

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard,Tidings of good to Zion.

— Bells

For bells are the voice of the church; The hearts of young and old.

— Bells

Seize the loud, vociferous bells, andHurl them from their windy tower!

— Bells

These bells have been anointed,And baptized with holy water!

— Bells

He heard the convent bell,For the service of noonday.

— Bells

The bells themselves are the best of preachers,Now a sermon and now a prayer.

— Bells

Bell, thou soundest merrily, Fields deserted lie!

— Bells

It cometh into court and pleads the causeThe bell of Atri famous for all time.

— Bells

Hear the mellow wedding bells, On the moon!

— Bells

With deep affection Their magic spells.

— Bells

And the Sabbath bell,With sounds most musical, most melancholy.

— Bells

Around, around,That calls to those in friendship bound.

— Bells

Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

— Bells

Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.

— Bells

Hark, how chimes the passing bell!A loud echo to this tone.]

— Bells

Ring in the valiant man and free,Ring in the Christ that is to be.

— Bells

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;Ring in the thousand years of peace.

— Bells

Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow.

— Bells

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light.

— Bells

Softly the loud peal dies, Tender tones.

— Bells

Curfew must not ring to-night.

— Bells

How like the leper, with his own sad cryTo warn us from the place of jeopardy!

— Bells