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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BELFRY OF MONS, by WILFRID CHARLES THORLEY First Line: At mons there is a belfry tall Last Line: They hear the trumpet sound. Subject(s): Bells; Death; Peace; Soldiers; Spires; War; Dead, The; Steeples | |||
WILFRED THORLEY At Mons there is a belfry tall That chimes from noon to noon; At every quarter of the hour It scatters forth a lovely shower Of little notes that from the tower All flutter down in tune. At Mons from out the Market Place The streets rise up the hill Where ring the chimes that year by year Cry out, "Look upward, lads, and cheer! For God's own Kingdom now and here, And peace and right good-will." At Mons there lie a mort o' lads A-row and underground, That shall not hear the belfry ring Nor human voice nor anything, Until at the last summoning They hear the trumpet sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STEEPLE-JACK by MARIANNE MOORE YOU CAN MEASURE THE STEEPLE by ANNETTE WYNNE TO KATHERINE T. by WILFRID CHARLES THORLEY TO THE SHADE OF ANDREW LANG by WILFRID CHARLES THORLEY LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I'M KILLED by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES CHAMBER MUSIC: 1 by JAMES JOYCE WAITING FOR THE GRAPES by WILLIAM MAGINN PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE NINTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |
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