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THE BELLS.

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HEAR the sledges with the bells

Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells!

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II.

Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!

Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,

And all in tune,

What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle dove that listens, while she gloats

On the moon!
On from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!

How it swells!

How it dwells
On the future! how it tells

Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing

Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

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III.
Hear the loud alarum bells-

Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!

In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!

Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,

Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,

Leaping higher, higher, higher,

With a desperate desire
And a resolute endeavour

Now—now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.

Oh the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells

Of despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!

What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,

By the twanging

And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,

In the jangling

And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-

Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamour and the clangour of the bells!

IV.

Hear the tolling of the bells

Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.
And the people--ah the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,

All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,

In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling

On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-

They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,

Rolls
A pæan from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells

With the pæan of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the pæan of the bells-

Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the throbbing of the bells—
Of the bells, bells, bells-

To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,

As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,

To the tolling of the bells—
Of the bells, bells, bells-

To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells—

Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

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THE RAVEN.

ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak

and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten

loreWhile I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there

came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber

door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door

Only this and nothing more.” Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak Decem

ber, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon

the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought

to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the

lost LenoreFor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore

Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple

curtain Thrilled me

filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood

repeating, “'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my

chamber doorSome late visitor entreating entrance at my

chamber This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no

longer, "Sir," said I,'" or Madam, truly your forgiveness I im

plore;

door;

But the fact is I was napping; and so gently you

came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my

chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you.” Here I opened wide the door:

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there

wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to

dream before ; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave

no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered

word “Lenore.” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word “Lenore!”.

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within

me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than

before. “Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my

window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery

exploreLet my

heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;

'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many's

flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of

yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute

stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my

chamber door-.

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