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the bells that
alarm of fire.
How it swells !
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells 30 Of the rapture that impels
Rapture,' very great
delight or pleasure.
Bells, bells, bells-
Hear the loud alarum-bells-
Brazen bells, these
startle the sleepers tells !
in the night with the In the startled ear of night
Out of tune,
fire, 45 In a mad expostulation * with the deaf and Expostulation, refrantic * fire,
What a horror they outpour
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 What a world of solemn thought their monody * passing bells, which are tolled for a de- compels ! parting soul.
In the silence of the night, Monody, lament.
How we shiver with affright
* of their tone!
Is a groan.
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling Monotone, a repeti
In that muffled monotone, tion of the same note
Feel a glory in so rolling
They are neither brute nor human,
They are Ghouls !
And their king it is that tolls ;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls, bodies.
Rolls Pæan, song of
A pæan * from the bells ! triumph.
And his merry bosom swells
Of the bells:
Bells, bells, bells,
when the sun
Record, write down, 5 That is spoken so lightly among men,
Let me pause awhile, and wash my pen;
difficult to underThus have I laboured on and on, 10 Nearly through the Gospel of John.
Can it be that from the lips
a writer of Came the dread Apocalypse ! *
the gospel. 15 It has a very awful look,
A pocalypse, name of
the last book of the As it stands there at the end of the book,
is hidden by Think of writing it, line by line,
soine 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!
Initial, the letter be-
ginning a name.
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,
Wrapped in a nap, kin, not made good use of; in allusion to the parable of the
Gospel, good tidings; there are four of them.
How sweet the air is! How fair the scene !
Or for one of the Maries * I shall paint.
Parley, to speak, to confer.
Corridor, a passage-
eats at thie same table with another.
ghost - like,
pale, hideous. Was more robust * and hardy to the view;
healthy. 5 His nearest messmate * told his sire, who threw One glance on him, and said, “ Heaven's will be mate or comdone !
pearance, But the boy bore up long, and with a mild
And patient spirit held aloof his fate :
&c., he ap
peared 15 He saw increasing on his father's heart, With the deep, deadly thought, that they must part. as to lighten
&c., the rain
dying of He squeezed from out a rag some drops of rain thirst.
Into his dying child's mouth ; but in vain ! 25 The boy expired. The father held the clay,
And looked upon it long; and when at last
Stiff on his heart, anıl pulse and hope were past,
Wistfully, 30 'Twas borne by the rude wave wherein 'twas cast;
longingly. Then he himself sunk down all dumb and shivering, * Shivering, 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, 35 Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is masked but to assail.*
dssail, Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown,
Darkled, And grimly darkled * o'er their faces pale,
so much de
grew dark. G