“How sweet on the breeze of the evening swells
The vesper call of those soothing bells,
Borne softly and dying in echoes away,
Like a requiem sung to the parting day.”

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(22nd September 1821) Bells
The London Literary Gazette, 1821-1822

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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