Great fools have great bells. [ Dutch Proverb ]
Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
Bell, thou soundest solemnly,
When, on Sabbath morning,
Fields deserted lie! [ Longfellow ]
Ring out the darkness of the land.
Ring in the Christ that is to be. [ Tennyson ]
Underneath large blue-bells tented
Where the daisies are rose-scented,
And the rose herself has got
Perfume which on earth is not. [ Keats ]
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow! [ Alfred Tennyson ]
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play.
And wild and sweet, The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men! [ Longfellow ]
For bells are the voice of the church;
They have tones that touch and search
The hearts of young and old. [ Longfellow ]
Hang not all your bells upon one horse. [ Proverb ]
The music highest bordering upon heaven. [ Lamb ]
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist. [ Tennyson ]
That all-softening, overpowering knell.
The tocsin of the soul - the dinner bell. [ Byron ]
Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells.
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime! [ Tom Moore ]
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
How soft the music of those village bells.
Falling at intervals upon the ear,
In cadence sweet, now dying all away. [ Cowper ]
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 ]
All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral;
Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer, to sad burial feast;
Our solemn hymns, to sullen dirges change:
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary. [ William Shakespeare ]
He bore a simple wild-flower wreath:
Narcissus, and the sweet brier rose;
Vervain, and flexile thyme, that breathe
Rich fragrance; modest heath, that glows
With purple bells; the amaranth bright.
That no decay, nor fading knows.
Like true love's holiest, rarest light;
And every purest flower, that blows,
In that sweet time, which Love most blesses,
When spring on summer's confines presses. [ Thomas Love Peacock ]
The foxglove, with its stately bells,
Of purple, shall adorn thy dells;
The wallflower, on each rifted rock,
From liberal blossoms shall breathe down,
(Gold blossoms frecked with iron-brown,)
Its fragrance; while the hollyhock,
The pink, and the carnation vie
With lupin and with lavender.
To decorate the fading year;
And larkspurs, many-hued, shall drive
Gloom from the groves, where red leaves lie.
And Nature seems but half alive. [ D. M. Moir ]
Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime,
'Tis angels' music, therefore come not late. [ George Herbert ]
My people too were scared with eerie sounds,
A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls,
A noise of falling weights that never fell.
Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand.
Door-handles turn'd when none was at the door.
And bolted doors that open'd of themselves;
And one betwixt the dark and light had seen
Her, bending by the cradle of her babe. [ Tennyson ]
When over the street the morning peal is flung,
From yon tall belfry with the brazen tongue,
Its wide vibrations, wafted by the gale,
To each far listener tell a different tale. [ Holmes ]
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. [ Longfellow ]
The bells call to church, but they do not enter. [ French Proverb ]
Hear the mellow wedding 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 listen? while she gloats
On the moon! [ Poe ]
They are like bells; every one in a several note. [ Proverb ]
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. [ Charles Lamb ]
Bells call others to church, but go not themselves. [ Proverb ]
The slaves of custom and established mode,
With pack-horse constancy, we keep the road
Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells,
True to the jingling of our leader's bells. [ Cowper ]
They agree like bells; they want nothing but hanging. [ Proverb ]
Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the church. [ English Proverb, collected by George Herbert ]
If you love not the noise of the bells, why do you pull the ropes? [ Proverb ]
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. [ William Shakespeare ]
Oh, brother wearers of motley, are there not moments when one grows sick of grinning and trembling and the jingling of cap and bells? [ Thackeray ]
Education, indeed, has made the fondness for fine things next to natural; the corals and bells teach infants on the breasts to be delighted with sound and glitter. [ H. Brooke ]
Generations are as the days of toilsome mankind; death and birth are the vesper and the matin bells that summon mankind to sleep, and to rise refreshed for new advancement. [ Carlyle ]
A man who lives right, and is right, has more power in his silence than another has by his words. Character is like bells which ring out sweet music, and which, when touched accidentally even, resound with sweet music. [ Phillips Brooks ]
If ever you have looked on better days, if ever been where bells have knolled to church, if ever sat at any good man's feast, if ever from your eyelids wiped a tear and know what it is to pity and be pitied, let gentleness my strong enforcement sue. [ William Shakespeare ]
Music is nothing else but wild sounds civilized into time and tune; such is the extensiveness thereof, that it stoopeth so low as brute beasts, yet mounteth as high as angels; horses will do more for a whistle than for a whip, and by hearing their bells, jingle away their weariness. [ T. Fuller ]
The names of great painters are like passing-bells: in the name of Velasquez you hear sounded the fall of Spain; in the name of Titian, that of Venice; in the name of Leonardo, that of Milan; in the name of Raphael, that of Rome. And there is profound justice in this, for in proportion to the nobleness of the power is the guilt of its use for purposes vain or vile; and hitherto the greater the art, the more surely has it been used, and used solely, for the decoration of pride or the provoking of sensuality. [ Ruskin ]