Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Seize the loud, vociferous bells, and
Clashing, clanging to the pavement
Hurl them from their windy tower!
Christus: The Golden Legend. Prologue.
H.W. LONGFELLOW.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remembered tolling a departing friend.
K. Henry IV., Pt. II. Act i. Sc. 1.
SHAKESPEARE.
BIBLE.
My Book and Heart
Must never part.
New England Primer.
Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
* * * * *
And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
The Monastery. SIR W. SCOTT.
God, in the gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal counsels known;
'Tis here his richest mercy shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
The Glory of the Scriptures. B. BEDDOME.
Holy Bible, book divine,
Precious treasure, thou art mine;
Mine to tell me whence I came,
Mine to teach me what I am.