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Copy of Alfred, Lord Tennyson: "Ring Out, Wild Bells"


I felt this cleansing poem calling and so posted it again. Kindest wishes to all of you for the New Year and deepest gratitude for your support. Ann


"Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace."

―Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1850


December 31, 2022


Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was an English poet. Ring Out, Wild Bells is a part of a larger poem, In Memoriam.


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