Eight O'Clock
He stood, and heard the steeple
Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people
It tossed them down.
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,
He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;
And then the clock collected in the tower
Its strength, and struck.
A. E. Housman
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Vários sinos agrupados
num certa ordenação
formam, quando acionados,
um sonoro carrilhão!
JCN
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