Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BELL, by RALPH WALDO EMERSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I love thy music, mellow bell Last Line: That sweeps my native shore. Subject(s): Bells | ||||||||
I love thy music, mellow bell, I love thine iron chime, To life or death, to heaven or hell, Which calls the Sons of Time. Thy voice upon the deep The homebound sea-boy hails, It charms his cares to sleep, It cheers him as he sails. To house of God & heavenly joys Thy summons called our sires, And good men thought thy sacred voice Disarmed the thunder's fires. And soon thy music, sad death-bell! Shall lift its notes once more, And mix my requiem with the wind That sweeps my native shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUR BETWEEN DOG AND WOLF: 3. FEEDING THE RABBITS by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE HOUR BETWEEN DOG AND WOLF: 4. THE HOUR BETWEEN DOG by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE HOURS; FOR INGRID ERHARDT, 1951-1971 by NORMAN DUBIE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPIRE CRANES by DYLAN THOMAS KING DAVID by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET VICTORY BELLS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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