They were standing near the foot of the turret, where the alarm-bell hung.
"Barnaby Rudge" by Charles Dickens
At the end of thirty minutes, dinner-bell number two pealed from the adjacent turret.
"The Book of Snobs" by William Makepeace Thackeray
A castle with pointed bell-turrets standing on the bank of the Creuse and belonging to the King.
"The Hollow Needle" by Maurice Leblanc
The turret for the Sanctus bell still exists at Barnstaple, Devon, and St. Peter Port, Guernsey.
"Our Homeland Churches and How to Study Them" by Sidney Heath
The one bell hangs in a shabby bell turret.
"A History of Horncastle from the earliest period to the present time" by James Conway Walter
The noon-bell in the southern turret of the Fondaco chimed softly.
"Unfinished Portraits" by Jennette Lee
So, as they were left by the Reformers, they were probably small bells in the steeple or turret.
"The Annals of Willenhall" by Frederick William Hackwood
Again the bell in the turret buzzed.
"The Battleship Boys' First Step Upward" by Frank Gee Patchin
The ancient turret clock tells time only by its bell.
"Edge Hill" by Edwin Walford
Remember, when the turret bell strikes seven, we meet again.
"Comic Tragedies" by Louisa M. Alcott
The bells of the Roman Mission,
That call from their turrets twain,
To the boatman on the river,
To the hunter on the plain!
"The Red River Voyageur" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Bleak, bleak the east wind sobs and sighs,
And drowns the turret bell,
Whose sad note, undistinguished, dies
Unheard, like my farewell!
"Honour's Martyr" by Emily Jane Bronte
Then in vain o'er tower and turret
From the walls and woodland nests,
When the minster bells rang noontide,
Gathered the unwelcome guests.
"Walter Von Der Vogelweid" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And now she saw the clasp of pearl
A ruby lustre taking:
And thrice she heard the Castle bell
Ring out a loud funereal knell
The antique turrets shaking.
"Golfre, Gothic Swiss Tale" by Mary Darby Robinson
The Fair City peacefully rings her bells,
Rings her bells, and the loving peal
In the lazuline ether ascends and swells,
Till hoary turrets and convent cells
Feel young once more as the young buds feel.
"How Florence Rings Her Bells" by Alfred Austin