Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


Silence that dreadful bell,
It frights the Isle from her propriety.
Shakespeare.—Othello, Act II. Scene 3. (The Moor, after the affray between Cassio and Montano.)

That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul—the dinner bell.
Byron.—Don Juan, Canto V. Stanza 49.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet, now dying all away.
Cowper.—The Task, Book VI. Line 1.

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!
Tom Moore.—Vol. IV. Page 157.