Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet, the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells - Of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - In the clamour and the clangour
of the bells!
At this the challenger with fierce defy His trumpet sounds; the challenged makes reply: With clangour rings the field, resounds the vaulted sky.
The shouts of the multitude, together with the acclamations of the heralds, and the clangour of the trumpets, announced the triumph of the victors and the defeat of the vanquished.
And then, amid the clangour
of the machinery, came a drifting suspicion of human voices, that I entertained at first only to dismiss.
Also the winds brought rumbling earthquake and duststorm, thunder and lightning and the lurid thunderbolt, which are the shafts of great Zeus, and carried the clangour
and the warcry into the midst of the two hosts.
ha!--the breaking of the hermit's door, and the death-cry of the dragon, and the clangour
of the shield!--say, rather, the rending of her coffin, and the grating of the iron hinges of her prison, and her struggles within the coppered archway of the vault!
The bell that rings at nine o'clock has ceased its doleful clangour
about nothing; the gates are shut; and the night-porter, a solemn warder with a mighty power of sleep, keeps guard in his lodge.
The text provides a list of words Morrow always associates with the letter A that represents her: "Abstract, abstracted, abstractedly, and then the variants, such as absently, and absent-minded, and now, of course, in this endless aftermath, with the clangour
of a wholly new connotation, just: absent" (Banville 1998, 47).
Many of the words defined here because they are perceived as Victorian (clangour
, hitherto, lassitude, manifold, relic) are ones I still use regularly.
It was a 1939 commission from Alan Lomax's CBS radio show and spins folk tunes into an exuberant clangour
. In 1948, Crawford penned a letter to the composer Edgard Var'e8se outlining the principles of her style, including an emphasis on clear melodic lines, independent rhythmic parts, musical cohesion and dissonance."I still feel strongly about them," she wrote."I believe when I write more music these elements will still be there." And in 1952, Crawford did return to writing, with a compact and forceful wind quintet composed for a competition, which she won."I believe I'm going to work again " more," she wrote."If I live to be 99 as my grandfather did, that gives me 48 more years." A new creative confidence began to take hold.