The name rang in his head like a golden bell.
He raised his staff of golden bells and shook them.
The golden bell of hair fell back to embrace her neck.
The prisoners had fallen silent at the sound of the golden bell.
Corpus shifted and struck the golden bell hard three times.
Thrice he raised his staff of golden bells and shook them.
She murmured, "Perhaps not," and her laughter was like a golden bell.
He brought a small golden bell from his wide girdle and shook it.
To this end, he rang a small golden bell.
Oh, my daughter, my golden bell, must I lose you too?