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[ Also see Churches Sabbath Sound ]

With deep affection
  And recollection
    I often think of
      Those Shandon bells,
        Whose sounds so wild would,
          In the days of childhood,
            Fling round my cradle
              Their magic spells.
      - Father Prout (pseudonym of Francis Sylvester Mahony),
        The Bells of Shandon

And the Sabbath bell,
  That over wood and wild and mountain dell
    Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy
      With sounds most musical, most melancholy.
      - Samuel Rogers, Human Life (l. 517)

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!
      - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller,
        Song of the Bell

Around, around,
  Companions all, take your ground,
    And name the bell with joy profound!
      Concordia is the world we've found
        Most meet to express the harmonious sound,
          That calls to those in friendship bound.
      - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller,
        Song of the Bell

And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
  That sucked the honey of his music vows,
    Now see that noble and most sovereign reason
      Like sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh,
        That unmatched form and feature of blown youth
          Blasted with ecstasy.
      - William Shakespeare,
        Hamlet Prince of Denmark
         (Ophelia at III, i)

Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
  And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
    That thou are crowned, not that I am dead.
      - William Shakespeare,
        King Henry the Fourth, Part II
         (King Henry at IV, v)

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.]
      - James Shirley, The Passing Bell

Ring out the darkness of the land,
  Ring in the Christ that is to be.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson

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.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
         (pt. CVI)

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.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
         (pt. CVI)

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
  Ring, happy bells, across the snow.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
         (pt. CVI)

Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
  The flying cloud, the frosty light.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
         (pt. CVI)

Softly the loud peal dies,
  In passing winds it drowns,
    But breathes, like perfect joys,
      Tender tones.
      - Frederick Tennyson, The Bridal

Curfew must not ring to-night.
      - Mrs. Rose Hartwick Thorpe,
        Curfew Must not Ring To-Night,
        title of poem

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!
      - Charles Tennyson Turner, The Buoy Bell

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