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alarm of fire.
How it swells !
How it dwells
Rapture,' very great
delight or pleasure.
Bells, bells, bells-
Brazen bells, these
are the bells that What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency *
startle the sleepers tells !
in the night with the In the startled ear of night
Out of tune,
quickly, throbbing. Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
Of the bells,
Hear the tolling of the bells— Iron bells. these are
Iron bells ! * the death knell or passing bells, which what a world of solemn thought their monody * are tolled for a de. parting soul.
In the silence of the night, Monody, lament.
How we shiver with affright
For every sound that floats
Is a groan.
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling Monotone, a repeti
In that muffled monotone, *
Feel a glory in so rolling
They are neither brute nor human, Ghouls, demons in
They are Ghouls ! * Eastern fable, who
And their king it is that tolls ; were supposed to prey upon human
And he rolls, rolls, rolls, bodies.
Rolls Paan, song of
A pæan * from the bells ! triumph,
And his merry bosom swells
Of the bells :
Bells, bells, bells,
Record, write down,
difficult to underThus have I laboured on and on,
were four; the word
means a writer of Came the dread Apocalypse ! *
the gospel, 15 It has a very awful look,
A pocalypse, name of As it stands there at the end of the book,
the last book of the
sun is hidden by Think of writing it, line by line,
some other celestial 20 I stand in awe of the terrible curse,
body passing before
Lest my part too should be taken away
This is well written, though I say it!
With the writings of St. Thecla herself, 30 Or of Theodosius, who of old
Wrote the Gospels in letters of gold !
Folio, a book (lite.
rally, a leaf). Would not bear away the palm * from mine, The palm, the prize. 35 If we should compare them line for line. There, now, is an initial * letter!
Initiol, the letter be-
* Scriptorium, a place set apart for transcribing, illuminating, and writing books. This extract is taken from The Golden Legend
And now, as I turn the volume over,
Or for one of the Maries * I shall paint.
Gospel, good tidings; there are four of them.
Parley, to speak, to confer.
Corridor, a passageway. Maries, the holy women who ministered to Jesus Christ.
THERE were two fathers in this ghastly * crew, Ghastly,
ghost - like,
pale, hideous. Was more robust * and hardy to the view;
healtlıy. 5 His nearest messmate * told his sire, who threw
Messmate, a One glance on him, and said, “Heaven's will be mate or com
eats at the I can do nothing ;” and he saw him thrown
same table Into the deep, without a tear or groan.
with another. The other father had a weaklier child, Of a soft cheek, and aspect * delicate ;
pearance, But the boy bore up long, and with a mild
And patient spirit held aloof his fate :
&c., he ap
peared He saw increasing on his father's heart,
cheerful, so With the deep, deadly thought, that they must part. as to lighten
grief. And o'er him bent his sire,* and never raised
Sire, father, His eyes from off his face, but wiped the foam
From his pale lips, and ever on him gazed : 20 And when the wished-for * shower at length was Wished-for, come,
&c., the rain
80 much deAnd the boy's eyes, which the dull film half glazed, sired, for the Brightened, and for a moment seemed to roam, boy was
dying of He squeezed from out a rag some drops of rain
And looked upon it long; and when at last
Stiff on his heart, anıl pulse and hope were past,
longingly. 'Twas borne by the rude wave wherein 'twas cast; Then he himself sunk down all dumb and shivering, * Shivering,
trembling. And gave no sign of life, save his limbs quivering. *
shaking. 'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters ; like a veil,
tack. Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown,
Darkled, And grimly darkled * o'er their faces pale,