Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade. [Orpheus' lute, as poets tell, Was but moral of this bell, And the captive soul was she, Which they called Eurydice, Rescued by our holy groan, A loud echo to this tone.]
Hark, the glad sound! The Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long; Let every heart exult with joy, And every voice be song!Philip Doddridge
Hark! how all the welkin rings, Glory to the King of kings. Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.Charles Wesley
Hark! the herald angels sing , " Glory to the new-born King; Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!" Joyful , all ye nations , rise. Join the triumph of the skies . With th'angelic hosts proclaim " Christ is born in Bethlehem!" Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King!Charles Wesley
Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?" an echo answers, "Where?"lord byron
Hark, Hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, cock-a-diddle-dow.william shakespeare
List 'twas the cuckoo O, with what delight Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint, Far off and faint, and melting into air, Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again! Those louder cries give notice that the bird, Although invisible as Echo's self, Is wheeling hitherward.william wordsworth
Hark, the world so loud, And they, the movers of the world, so still!Lytton
A strong nor'wester's blowing, Bill; Hark! don't ye hear it roar now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore, now.
Hark! to the hurried question of Despair "Where is my child?" An echo answers "Where?"lord byron
Conscience avaunt, Richard's himself again: Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds, to horse, away, My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.
Hark! the bonny Christ-Church bells, One, two, three, four, five, six; They sound so woundy great, So wound'rous sweet, And they troul so merrily.
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Foul as their soil, and frigid as their snows. The lamps that shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! Hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!lord byron
Of horn and morn, and Hark and bark, And echo's answering sounds, All poets' wit hath ever writ In dog-rel verse of hounds.thomas hood
Take but degree away, untune that string, And, Hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.
Again she plunges! Hark! a second shock Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock; Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes In wild despair; while yet another stroke With strong convulsion rends the solid oak: Ah Heaven! behold her crashing ribs divide! She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the tide.william falconer
And Hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.william wordsworth
There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot; To the churchyard a pauper is going I wot; The road it is rough, and the hearse has no springs, And Hark to the dirge that the sad driver sings Rattle his bones over the stones, He's only a pauper whom nobody owns.thomas noel