"Sweet bells" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... out, sweet bells, O'er woods and dells Your lovely strains repeat, While happy throngs With joyous songs Each accent ...
— Homespun Tales • Kate Douglas Wiggin
... waken, bride of May, While the flowers are fresh, and the sweet bells chime? Listen, and learn from my roundelay, How all life's pilot-boats sailed one ...
— The Poetry of Wales • John Jenkins
... the people, and grew and shadowed over the entire believing mind of the catholic world. Wherever church was founded, or soil was consecrated for the long resting-place of those who had died in the faith; wherever the sweet bells of convent or of monastery were heard in the evening air, charming the unquiet world to rest and remembrance of God, there rested the memory of some apostle who had laid the first stone, there was the sepulchre of some martyr whose relics ...
— Froude's Essays in Literature and History - With Introduction by Hilaire Belloc • James Froude
... left the river of sweet bells, and made a pilgrimage to England. It was the days of cathedrals in their beauty and glory, and here he again heard the tones that he loved, but which failed to ...
— ZigZag Journeys in Northern Lands; - The Rhine to the Arctic • Hezekiah Butterworth
... were the glories of the land: for in them abode mysterious powers and ancient secrets that towered into tragic strength. "Abbeys there were, and abbey windows"— "like Moorish temples of the Hindoos"—that exercised even princely power both in Lorraine and in the German Diets. These had their sweet bells that pierced the forests for many a league at matins or vespers, and each its own dreamy legend. Few enough, and scattered enough, were these abbeys, so as in no degree to disturb the deep solitude of the region; yet many enough to spread a network or awning of Christian sanctity over what ...
— The English Mail-Coach and Joan of Arc • Thomas de Quincey
... left, she looks to right, and in the midst she sees A little well of water clear and frozen 'neath the trees; Then down beside its margent in the crusty snow she kneels, And hears a magic belfry a-ringing with sweet bells. ...
— Songs of Childhood • Walter de la Mare
... evermore, That seemeth sleeping on the breeze. Like sound of sweet bells from the shore Lingering along ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII No. 6 June 1848 • Various |
