Poetry
The tyranny of William I is described by the poet Francis Thompson,
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- The shiv'ring wretches, at the curfew sound,
- Dejected sunk into their sordid beds,
- And, through the mournful gloom of ancient times,
- Mus'd sad, or dreamt of better.
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Chaucer writes on the curfew bell as just as a time, not a law:
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- The dede slepe, for every besinesse,
- Fell on this carpenter, right as I gesse,
- About curfew time, or litel more.
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Shakespeare had unusual times for the curfew bell,
- In Romeo and Juliet, iv 4, he has Lord Capulet saying:
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- Come, stir, stir, stir, the second coch hath crow'd,
- The curfew bell hath rung, tis three o'clock.
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- In Tempest, v. 1, Prospero says:
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- You, whose pastime
- Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
- To hear the solemn curfew.
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- In King Lear, iii. 4, Edgar speaks,
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- This is the foul fiend, Flibbertigibbet: he begins at curfew
- and walks to the first clock.
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In the sixteenth century Bishop Joseph Hall's "Fourth Satire" it reads:
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- Who ever gives a paire of velvet shooes
- To th' Holy Rood, or liberally allowes,
- But a new rope to ring the couvre-few bell,
- But he desires that his great deed may dwell,
- Or graven in the chanel window glasse,
- Or in his lasting tombe of plated brasse.
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In the play The Merry Devil of Edmonton (published 1608), the curfew was at nine o'clock in the evening:
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- Well, 'tis nine a clocke, 'tis time to ring curfew
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John Milton's put in his allegorical Il Penseroso's mouth the words:
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- Oft on a plat of rising ground,
- I hear the far-off curfew sound,
- Over some wide-water'd shore,
- Swinging slow, with sullen roar...
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In Handel's L'Allegro, il Penseroso ed il Moderato these words are accompanied by a pizzicato bass-line, representing a distant bell sound.
T. S. Eliot Gus the theater cat ("Old possum's book of practical cats")
- When the curfew was rung, then I swung on the bell!
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