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HEAR the sledges with the bells—
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinabulation that so musically wells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
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
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Hear the loud alarum bells
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!
How they scream out their affright!
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
And a resolute endeavour
What a tale their terror tells
How they clang, and clash, and roar !
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
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,
In the clamour and the clangour of the bells!
Hear the tolling of the bells-
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
From the rust within their throats
And the people-ah the people-
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
And their king it is who tolls;
A pæan from the bells!
Keeping time, time, time,
To the throbbing of the bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
As he knells, knells, knells,
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While 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
Only this and nothing more."
Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak Decem
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 Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood
"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I im
But the fact is I was napping; and so gently you
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
Let 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 “ flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my