Chime Quotes
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In the flush of the hot June prime, O'ersleek flood-tides afire, I hear him hurry the chime To the bidding of checked Desire; Till the sweated ringers tire And the wild bob-majors die. Could I wait for my turn in the godly choir? (Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!
rudyard kipling— The Bell Buoy.
But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: 'O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquerTime.'
wystan hugh auden— 1940 'As I Walked Out One Evening'.
Mortals that would follow me, Love virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or if virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
john milton— 1634 Comus, A Mask, l.1017-22.
Let simple Wordsworth chime his childish verse, And brother Coleridge lull the babe at nurse.
lord byron— 1809 English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, l.917-18.
We have men sold to build churches, women sold to support the gospel, and babes sold to purchase Bibles for the poor heathen! all for the glory of God and the good of souls! The slave auctioneer's bell and the church-going bell chime in with each other, and the bitter cries of the heart-broken slave are drowned in the religious shouts of his pious master. Revivals of religion and revivals in the slave-trade go hand in hand.
frederick douglass— Appendix
On Melbourne summer mornings the green trams go rolling in stately progress down tunnels thick with leaves: the bright air carries along the avenue their patient chime, the chattering of their wheels
helen garner— Page 5. (Cosmo Cosmolino (1992))
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!
thomas moore— Those evening Bells.
When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'T is said, far down beneath the wild commotion That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
harriet beecher stowe— A Hymn, "Then Winds Are Raging"
Dear Night! this world's defeat; The stop to busy fools; care's check and curb; The day of spirits; my soul's calm retreat Which none disturb! Christ's progress, and His prayer-time; The hours to which high Heaven doth chime.
Henry Vaughan— "The Night," l. 25.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And, though the sound were parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
Ben Jonson— LXXXIV, Eupheme, part 4, lines 37-40.
And all the world is football shaped, It's just for me to kick in space, And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, And I've got one, two, three, four, five Senses working overtime, Trying to take this all in, I've got one, two, three, four, five Senses working overtime, Trying to taste the difference, 'Tween the lemons and limes, The pain and the pleasure, And the church bells softly chime.
andy partridge— "Sense Working Overtime"
When our two lives grew like two buds that kiss At lightest thrill from the bee's swinging chime, Because the one so near the other is.
george eliot— George Eliot, Brother and Sister, Part I, Stanza 1.
And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time.
Andrew Marvell— Andrew Marvell, Bermudas (1657).
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
Ben Jonson— Ben Jonson, Eupheme, IV.
And the smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil's chime; Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom In the forge's dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Nuremberg, line 34.
While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
thomas hood— Thomas Hood, Song for the Million.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time, Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn; Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past!
thomas moore— Thomas Moore, Canadian Boat Song.
Sundaies observe: think when the bells do chime, 'Tis angel's musick; therefore come not late.
George Herbert— George Herbert, The Temple (1633), The Church Porch, Stanza 65.
