Through the whole void of night I search, So dumbly crying out to thee; But thou are not; and night's vast throne Becomes an all stupendous church With star-bells knelling unto me Who in all space am most alone!

I must make the effort, though in that leaden hour of weariness and cold it seemed as if my death-knell were ringing.

To Sixtus the news came as the knell of his dearest hopes.

But husband thou thy pleasures, and give scope To all her subtle play: by nature led A thousand shifts she tries; to unravel these The industrious beagle twists his waving tail, Through all her labyrinths pursues, and rings Her doleful knell.

I look up from my work and see The morning light shine in on me, And listen to a warning knell

And though the dawn come in with chime or knell, When night recalls its last bright sentinel, I shall, at least, have memories left to me, When morning breaks.

It was indeed a delight: loads of incense were burned, there were plenty of Latin chants, large quantities of holy water were expended, and Padre Irene, out of regard for his old friend, sang the Dies Irae in a falsetto voice from the choir, while the neighbors suffered real headaches from so much knell-ringing.

; languishment^; condolence &c 915. mourning, weeds, willow, cypress, crape, deep mourning; sackcloth and ashes; lachrymatory^; knell &c 363; deep death song, dirge, coronach^, nenia^, requiem, elegy, epicedium^; threne^; monody, threnody; jeremiad, jeremiade^; ullalulla^. mourner; grumbler &c (discontent) 832; Noobe; Heraclitus.

And when the last sound of the seven strokes, each of which had fallen like a knell upon her heart, had died away, she turned her eyes again on the motionless face of Pascal, and once more she abandoned herself to her grief.

Bells but pealing, never knelling, Hearts with gladness ever swelling.

Every body knows the line in Gray's Elegy, not unworthily echoed from Dante's "The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.

Let all the customarie rights of funerall, His knell or what else, be solemnly observed.

do thou bear it, As it erst was borne before: Never Scottish heart will leave it, When they see their monarch's gore!" XV. "Let them cease that dismal knelling!

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Miss Castlevaine's monotonous voice ran on and on; but, the little woman at the end of the seat realized nothing except the insistent words knelling through her brain,"Engaged to Blanche Puddicombe!

I had slept but a very short time when I heard it strike twelve; the watchman now arose, and blew a blast upon his horn that thrilled through my every nerve, and sang: ListChristians list!the passing bell Of twelve, has just now told its knell, And midnight is, when evil sprites, Scare the tired sense, with wild affrights.

People in talking of "unrequited affection," speak of "the knell of departed hopes," but no knell could sound more dreadful to the ears of a girl in her teenstrembling for her scarcely-fledged young-lady-hoodthan did the voice of my grandmother, (and it was by no means low), as she remarked: "So this is Ella.

People in talking of "unrequited affection," speak of "the knell of departed hopes," but no knell could sound more dreadful to the ears of a girl in her teenstrembling for her scarcely-fledged young-lady-hoodthan did the voice of my grandmother, (and it was by no means low), as she remarked: "So this is Ella.

But I am deaf to women, and the voice of love sounds like the funeral knell of her who will never breathe it to me more.

The ecstasy endured a full five minutes, until a last tap of the bell tolled the knell of the tardy.

The word Fell upon my ears Like the knell of a funeral bell.

The looks are bent on the shaking ground, And the heart beats loud with a knelling sound; Swift by the breasts that must bear the brunt, Gallops the Major along the front "Halt!" And fetter'd they stand at the stark command, And the warriors, silent, halt!

And not a voice or sound, to ring her knell, But of that dismall paire, the scritching Owle, And buzzing Hornet!

7. Not to be was that Manhood!The death-bell is knelling The hinge of the death-vault creaks harsh on the ears How dismal, O Death, is the place of thy dwelling!

Of thy refreshings let my sad heart drink; 'Tis past!too latetoo late, vain trump, your swelling; My spirit ear hath heard a surer knelling 'Tis passing sweet, what these mule wires are telling O what a joy to think!