death-bells

I was behind, and heard it repeatedly at some distance, and the effect was very much in the fairy kind, -- gnomes, and things unseen, that toll mock death-bells for mock funerals.

The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1838 James Gillman

Did you mind her eyes when she sung them words about As she were walking through the streets, She heared them death-bells knelling, And every stroke it seemed to say, "Hard-hearted Barbary Allen!" like it was something to take pride in, instead of sorrow for?

Hard-Hearted Barbary Allen. A Kentucky Mountain Sketch. 1912

Like joy-bells crossed with death-bells in our ears!

Poems & Ballads (Second Series) Swinburne's Poems Volume III Algernon Charles Swinburne 1873

No, he did not think the death-bells at all depressing, nor the repetition of 'Pray for the repose,' as it died away in the distance.

The Immortal Or, One Of The "Forty." (L'immortel) - 1877 Alphonse Daudet 1868

Now came stories of death-bells at Rouen from the fishermen on the coast; now markets and petty sessions discussed the foul slaughter of the Ambassador and his household; truly related how the

The Chaplet of Pearls Charlotte Mary Yonge 1862

John Milton, sitting blind in Jewen Street, has heard the toll of the death-bells, and the nightlong rumble of the burial-carts, and the terrible summons, "Bring out your dead!"

Old Portraits, Modern Sketches, Personal Sketches and Tributes Complete, Volume VI., the Works of Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier 1849

John Milton, sitting blind in Jewen Street, has heard the toll of the death-bells, and the nightlong rumble of the burial-carts, and the terrible summons, "Bring out your dead!"

The Complete Works of Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier 1849

John Milton, sitting blind in Jewen Street, has heard the toll of the death-bells, and the nightlong rumble of the burial-carts, and the terrible summons, "Bring out your dead!"

Old Portraits, Part 1, from Volume VI., The Works of Whittier: Old Portraits and Modern Sketches John Greenleaf Whittier 1849

The roads were literally black with funerals, and as you passed along from parish to parish, the death-bells were pealing forth, in slow but dismal tones, the gloomy triumph which pestilence was achieving over the face of our devoted country -- a country that each successive day filled with darker desolation and deeper mourning.

The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of William Carleton, Volume Three William Carleton 1831

He heard the death-bells tolling in his ears, -- just as his eyes had seen, at the first word, the flames of his fortune.

Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau Honor�� de Balzac 1824