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Charles Lamb used pseudonym Elia
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.
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Charles Tennyson Turner
How like the leper, with his own sad cry Enforcing his own solitude, it tolls! That lonely bell set in the rushing shoals, To warn us from the place of jeopardy!
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Dean Henry Aldridge Aldrich
Hark! the bonny Christ-Church bells, One, two, three, four, five, six; They sound so woundy great, So wound'rous sweet, And they troul so merrily.
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Edgar Allan Poe
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 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 tingling of the bells.
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Edgar Allan Poe
Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten golden notes, And all in tune What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats On the moon!
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Frederick Tennyson
Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.
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George Herbert
Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Seize the loud, vociferous fells, and Clashing, clanging to the pavement Hurl them from their windy tower!
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Henry Wadsworth 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.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Bell, thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell, thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie!
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It cometh into court and pleads the cause Of creatures dumb and unknown to the laws; And this shall make, in every Christian clime, The bell of Atri famous for all time. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
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James Shirley
Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade. Orpheus' lute, as poets tell, Was but moral of this bell, And the captive soul was she, Which they called Eurydice, Rescued by our holy groan, A loud echo to this tone.
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Jean Ingelow
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three; Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull your best, quoth he. Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe The Brides of Enderby.
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Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
And this be the vocation fit, For which the founder fashioned it; High, high above earth's life, earth's labor E'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 above Like 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 alone To things eternal and sublime. And as the swift wing'd hours speed on May it record the flight of time!
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