The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
-- Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
The Bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell, That summons thee to Heaven, or to Hell.
-- Shakespeare, Macbeth
All the morning the funeral knell has been tolling.
-- Besant & Rice, The Chaplain of the Fleet
Not worth a blessing nor a bell to knell for thee.
-- Fletcher, The Spanish Curate
