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little homesick at the time, and listening maybe to the tolling of the many church bells in the Eternal City. I give two verses only as the poem is so well known:
" With deep affection And recollection, I often think of
Those Shandon Bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle
Their magic spells.
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" I've heard bells chiming, Full many a clime in, Tolling sublime in
Cathedral shrine; While at a ghbe rate Brass tongues would vibrate, But all their music
Spoke naught like thine."
In after years, in discussing the subject of the melody of bells, he says: " But there is nothing, after all, like the associations which early in-fancy attaches to the well-known and long remembered chimes of our own parish steeple: and no music can equal the effect upon our ear when returning after long absence in foreign and perhaps happier countries." There are no
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