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The character, Mattie Silver, from Ethan Frome (1911), has few life skills but can recite "Curfew shall not ring to-night." [10] Three silent films were made based on the poem. For two of the films, the title was modified to Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight. No sound version has been made, but later 20th century films referred to this poem.
Rose Hartwick Thorpe (July 18, 1850 – July 19, 1939) was an American poet and writer, remembered largely for the narrative poem, Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight (1867), which gained national popularity. It was translated into nearly every language of the world and was universally recognized as a veritable classic.
The Gresham's School chapel bell is inscribed with the last line of the poem, plus an attribution to the donor: "Ring in the Christ that is to be, Donum Dedit J. R. E." [1] Manchester Town Hall 's hour bell, completed in 1850, which is called "Great Abel" after the Town Clerk, Abel Heywood, who oversaw the construction of the building, has the ...
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Ringing the bell is a step and a symbol Jill says that for many, ringing the bell at the end of chemo is a declaration of “OK, it’s over." But she reminds herself that her journey is just ...
The Collected Poems of J.R.R. Tolkien is a 2024 book of poetry of the English philologist, poet, and author J. R. R. Tolkien, edited by Tolkien scholars, wife and husband Christina Scull and Wayne G. Hammond. Its three volumes contain some 900 versions of 195 poems, among them around 70 previously unpublished.
As Angelica May marked her last chemo treatment with a bell ringing ceremony, she didn't realize the next chapter of her life was about to begin. The bell wasn't the only ring at this Wilmington ...
Toll on, the passinge-bell; ring out my dolefull knell; let thy sounde my death tell. for I must dye; there is no remedie. Alone, in prison stronge, I wayte my destenye. Wo worth this cruel hap, that I should taste this miserie! Toll on, the passinge-bell; ring out my dolefull knell; let thy sounde my death tell. Death dothe drawe ny; there is ...