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" ... of the porch, and even broken into the marble tombstone of a bishop who slept beneath. This was my first terror, but the ringing had not continued a minute, before a more awful and immediate dread came on me. The deafening sound of the bell smote... "
Ballou's Monthly Magazine - Page 581
1869
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 10. köide

1821 - 778 lehte
...und bursting through the floors of the steeple, driven in the cielings of the porch, and even broken into the marble tombstone of a bishop who slept beneath....into my ears with a thunder which made me fear their drums would crack. — There was not a fibre of my body it did not thrill through : It entered my very...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 10. köide

1821 - 800 lehte
...and bursting through the floors of the steeple, driven in the cielings of the porch, and even broken into the marble tombstone of a bishop who slept beneath....into my ears with a thunder which made me fear their drums would crack. — There was not a fibre of my body it did not thrill through : It entered my very...
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Spirit of the English Magazines, 10. köide

1821 - 488 lehte
...and bursting through the floors of the steeple, driven in the ceilings of the porch, and even broken into the marble tombstone of a bishop who slept beneath. This was ray first terror, but the ringing had not continued a minute, before a more awful and immediate dread...
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The Babbler; or, Weekly literary and scientific intelligencer, 1. köide

1822 - 440 lehte
...and bursting through the floors of ths steeple, driven in the cielings of the porch, and even broken into the marble tombstone of a bishop who slept beneath....minute, before a more awful and immediate dread came oh me. The deafening sound of the bell emote into my ears with a thunder which made me fear their drums...
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The Port Folio

1824 - 552 lehte
...and bursting through the floors of the steeple, driven in the cielings of the porch, and even broken into the marble tombstone of a bishop who slept beneath....terror, but the ringing had not continued a minute, hefore a more awful and immediate dread came on me. The deafening sound of the hell smote into my ears...
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The Anglo-American Magazine, 5. köide

1854 - 676 lehte
...if tho train was crushing over me. The earth vibrated and shook, and the roar of the waggon-wheels smote into my ears with a thunder which made me fear their drums would crack. I clutched the earth, and would have cowered and shrunk into it if I could. There...
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Miscellaneous Writings of the Late Dr. Maginn, 1. köide

William Maginn - 1855 - 392 lehte
...and bursting through the floors of the steeple, driven in the ceilings of the porch, and even broken into the marble tombstone of a bishop who slept beneath....into my ears with a thunder which made me fear their drums would crack. — There was not a fibre of my body it did not thrill through : it entered my very...
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Uncle Frank's Pleasant Pages for the Fireside: A Miscellany of Tales ...

Francis Channing Woodworth - 1859 - 322 lehte
...if the train was crushing over me. The earth vibrated and shook, and the roar of the wagon- wheels smote into my ears with a thunder which made me fear their drums would crack. I clutched the earth, and would have cowered and shrunk into it if I could. There...
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The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed ..., 3–4. köide

Casket - 1873 - 912 lehte
...and bursting through the floors of the steeple, driven in the ceilings of the porch, and even broken into the marble tombstone of a bishop who slept beneath....into my ears with a thunder which made me fear their drums would crack. — There was not a fibre of my body it did not thrill through! it entered my very...
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Miscellanies: Prose and Verse, 1. köide

William Maginn - 1885 - 408 lehte
...and, bursting through the floors of the steeple, driven in the ceilings of the porch, and even broken into the marble tombstone of a bishop who slept beneath....into my ears with a thunder which made me fear their drums would crack. There was not a fibre of my body it did not thrill through: it entered my very soul;...
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