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... River Lee . I've heard bells chiming full many a clime in , Tolling sublime in Cathedral fhrine , While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate , — But all their mufic spoke naught like thine ; For memory dwelling on each proud ...
... River Lee . I've heard bells chiming full many a clime in , Tolling sublime in Cathedral fhrine , While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate , — But all their mufic spoke naught like thine ; For memory dwelling on each proud ...
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... River Lee . There's a bell in Moscow , while on tower and kiosko In St. Sophia the Turkman gets , And loud in air calls men to prayer From the tapering summit of tall minarets ; Such empty phantom I freely grant them , But there's an ...
... River Lee . There's a bell in Moscow , while on tower and kiosko In St. Sophia the Turkman gets , And loud in air calls men to prayer From the tapering summit of tall minarets ; Such empty phantom I freely grant them , But there's an ...
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... ! God hath wonders many , Which we cannot fathom , ? Placed within thy form ! When the heart is finking , Thou alone canft raise it , Trembling in the storm ! Longfellow . THE CAMBRIDGE CHIME . TUDENTS rowing on the river ,. 29.
... ! God hath wonders many , Which we cannot fathom , ? Placed within thy form ! When the heart is finking , Thou alone canft raise it , Trembling in the storm ! Longfellow . THE CAMBRIDGE CHIME . TUDENTS rowing on the river ,. 29.
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Samuel Batchelder. THE CAMBRIDGE CHIME . TUDENTS rowing on the river , Brilliant clubs in blue and white , Lay upon their oars to listen To the mufic of the bells ; While the waves beneath them quiver In the sunset's golden light , And ...
Samuel Batchelder. THE CAMBRIDGE CHIME . TUDENTS rowing on the river , Brilliant clubs in blue and white , Lay upon their oars to listen To the mufic of the bells ; While the waves beneath them quiver In the sunset's golden light , And ...
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aifles ancient town Arthur belfry bells of Shandon bleffed bleft Bride cadence CAMBRIDGE CHIME canft CARILLON Charles Lamb CHIMES OF ENGLAND Chrift Chriſtian Chriſtmas Bells clang clangor Coxe defire dream Dublin University Magazine dwells echoes fhall filent fing flept Flings float flowly foreft Francis Mahony fteeple ftill ftone glorious GODMINSTER CHIMES GOLDEN LEGEND hallowed happy Hark harmony hath hear heard heaven hufh hymn knells laſt liften lone Longfellow Lord loud Lowell LUCIFER Matin MEMORIAM merrily merry morning mufic night o'er old bells old Flemish city paſt peal pean pleasant waters poet's praise prayer Prieſts PROEM quaint old Flemish red sea Ring River Lee rolling rung Runic rhyme Sabbath bells ſhow ſky solemn song sort of Runic soul sound so grand ſtand ſtill sweet SYLVAN'S BELL tells thine thought tinkle tolling tongue tower town of Bruges vesper VILLAGE BELLS voice Wake wild wild bells
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Page 35 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells,— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 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.
Page 21 - On this I ponder Where'er I wander And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Page 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.
Page 66 - 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.
Page 21 - I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's mole in, Their thunder rolling From the Vatican, — And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame ; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber Pealing solemnly.
Page 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,...
Page 34 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that over-sprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 39 - 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...
Page 22 - Oh! the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the River Lee.