WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

I doubt not then but innocence shall make false accusation blush, and tyranny tremble at patience.

Of Bells

 A little collection of videos, links, poems, books, etc.

Change Ringing Resources
http://www.ringing.info/

Change Ringing (Wikipedia)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Change_ringing

https://www.britannica.com/video/179541/Overview-church-bells-discussion-casting-process

Bells: their history, legends, making and uses by S. N. Coleman (1928)
https://archive.org/details/bellstheirhistor00cole/mode/2up


Dove's Guide for Church Bell Ringers

https://ordinariateexpats.wordpress.com/2013/02/10/anglican-patrimony-st-agathas-new-peal-of-bells/

https://www.exploratorium.edu/video/making-bell


Excerpt from IV. from The Bells by Edgar Allen Poe
https://poets.org/poem/bells

Hear the tolling of the bells—
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.

Blessing of Bells

Demons hate bells
https://www.ncregister.com/blog/an-exorcist-explains-why-the-devil-hates-bells-so-much

Excerpt from Carillon (1845) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And I thought how like these chimes
Are the poet's airy rhymes,
All his rhymes and roundelays,
His conceits, and songs, and ditties,
From the belfry of his brain,
Scattered downward, though in vain,
On the roofs and stones of cities!
For by night the drowsy ear
Under its curtains cannot hear,
And by day men go their ways,
Hearing the music as they pass,
But deeming it no more, alas!
Than the hollow sound of brass.


Vancouver Society of Change Ringers

The North American Guild of Change Ringers

Bells of Montreal (1942) by Ermina Carpenter Holland (1880 - 1964)
from Montreal in Verse: An Anthology of English Poetry by Montreal Poets. Ed. Writers of the Poetry Group. Montreal; QB: Canadian Authors Association; 1942. 25.

The bells of Montreal that ring
The angelus from towers of gray
Are many-toned, and yet they sing
A harmonizing roundelay.
From mountain slope to harbour side
They clang, and boom, and softly chime,
And through their music, floating wide,
A saga breathes of older time.
Of Ville Marie, precinct of peace,
Where soldier and ascetic prayed,
Of vigils marking centuries
While pageant came and history made.
And mellow under summer beams,
Or clear at winter evening-fall,
They tranquillize and waken dreams,
The hallowed bells of Montreal.

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SAINT MATTHEW 27:3-4

When Judas, his betrayer, saw that he was condemned, he repented and brought back the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and the elders, saying, “I have sinned in betraying innocent blood.”

1 THESSALONIANS 5:2

For you yourselves know well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night.

2 TIMOTHY 1:7

For God did not give us a spirit of timidity but a spirit of power and love and self-control.

POPE LEO XIV Magnifica Humanitas

Even in the darkest nights, the Lord raises up men and women who refuse to give up, who persevere in doing good, who protect the vulnerable and open pathways to reconciliation. The memory of the saints, righteous people and the oft-forgotten peacemakers, show us that grace does not magically eliminate conflict, but instead it inspires active resistance to evil and an astonishing creativity in doing good” (paragraph 211).

WORDS TO THE WHYS

Forsooth, when ignorance doth wear so bold a face, and folly struts with such unblushing pride, methinks the time hath come to cast off patience, and with a tongue that brooks no further slight, to bid these dolts depart, and find some other ear to plague with their unlettered prate!

CAEDMON'S COMMENT

Þonne sum man leógan cwyð ymbe þē, on heáge þæs gewealdes, hē āna geseald his āgenes heortan gebreáw.