 | William Cowper - 1846 - 310 pages
...brisk, or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies, How soft the music of those village bells, Falling...on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Ment'ry slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - Authors - 1846 - 828 pages
...soft the music of those villaeebelU, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying nil away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear...on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard Л kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures... | |
 | 1846 - 782 pages
...CXCIJI. JANUARY, 1846. VOL. XXXIII. OUR CHIMES FOR THE NEW YEAU. " How soft the music of those village. Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away. Now pealing loud »gain, and louder still, Clear «ad itmorous as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the... | |
 | 1846 - 784 pages
...No. CXCI1I. JANUARY, 1846. VOL. XXXIII. OUR CHIMES FOR THE NEW YEAR. " How soft the music of tliose village. bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now (lying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and lonorous as the gale comes on... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 360 pages
...brisk, or grave ; Some chord in unison with what we hear, Is touched within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells, Falling...easy force it opens all the cells Where memory slept. Whenever I have heard The kiss of heavenly love upon me fell, In the deep stillness of the Sabbath... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 366 pages
...brisk, or grave ; Some chord in unison with what we hear, Is touched within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells, Falling...easy force it opens all the cells Where memory slept. Whenever I have heard The kiss of heavenly love upon me fell, In the deep stillness of the Sabbath... | |
 | William Cowper - 1847 - 556 pages
...brisk or grave; Some chord m unison wiih what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells, Falling...on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures... | |
 | Book - English poetry - 1847 - 206 pages
...what we hear Is touch' d within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village-bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet...on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where mem'ry slept ! Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And, wifli it, all its pleasures... | |
 | Book - English poetry - 1847 - 216 pages
...what we hear Is touch' (1 within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village-bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet...on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where mem'ry slept ! Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And, with it, all its pleasures... | |
 | John William Lester - English literature - 1848 - 112 pages
...brisk or grave ; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells, Falling...louder still. Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on 'I With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody,... | |
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How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on. 
