We had heard no step on that grass-grown track; the water running in the vale was the one lulling sound of the hour and scene; we might well then start when a gay voice, sweet as a silver bell
, exclaimed -
I mean it set her music going -- her silver bell
of a tongue.
The dim light fell tenderly on the two quiet seated figures; on the little white bed, with the knots of rose-colored ribbon which looped up its curtains, and the bright dress for dinner laid ready across it; on the gayly painted bath, with its pure lining of white enamel; on the toilet-table with its sparkling trinkets, its crystal bottles, its silver bell
with Cupid for a handle, its litter of little luxuries that adorn the shrine of a woman's bed-chamber.
Death cannonized for us one saint, Ever less human than divine, And still we lay, with tender plaint, Relics in this household shrine-- The silver bell
, so seldom rung, The little cap which last she wore, The fair, dead Catherine that hung By angels borne above her door.
Nanda rang a silver bell
, and at once a big fat colonel in a bright red uniform entered the room, followed by ten lean soldiers, who all looked sad and discouraged and saluted the princess in a very melancholy fashion.
At these words he took up a silver bell
, and rang it; the officer entered.
Make your story a short one,' said he, putting his hand on the small silver bell
that stood on the table beside him, 'or I shall be obliged to call for assistance.
Her voice is like a silver bell
, and I feel good all over like when I go into church at Holy Cross Mission, and when she sing I feel strong and paddle like hell.
She pronounced the syllables of the name with a peculiar clearness, as if she had tapped on two silver bells
This worthy churchman rode upon a well-fed ambling mule, whose furniture was highly decorated, and whose bridle, according to the fashion of the day, was ornamented with silver bells
He mounted, as he spoke, a white mule which had been grazing by the wayside, all gay with fustian of gold and silver bells
, and rode onward with Sir Nigel's party.
When this species of cyclops appeared on the threshold of the chapel, motionless, squat, and almost as broad as he was tall; squared on the base, as a great man says; with his doublet half red, half violet, sown with silver bells
, and, above all, in the perfection of his ugliness, the populace recognized him on the instant, and shouted with one voice,--