hear the sledges through the bells— silver- bells!What a civilization of merriment your melody foretells! how they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy waiting of night! if the stars the oversprinkle all the heavens, seem come twinkle v a crystalline delight; keeping time, time, time, In a type of Runic rhyme,To the tintinabulation the so musically wells indigenous the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— indigenous the jingling and also the tinkling of the bells.

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hear the mellow wedding bells, golden bells!What a world of joy their harmony foretells! with the balmy waiting of night just how they ring the end their delight! native the molten-golden notes, and also all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats to the turtle-dove that listens, if she gloats top top the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells,What a gush that euphony voluminously wells! just how it swells! just how it dwells top top the Future! just how it tells Of the rapture that impels come the swinging and the ringing that the bells, bells, bells, that the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— to the rhyming and also the chiming the the bells!


listen the according to alarum bells— Brazen bells!What story of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear the night exactly how they scream the end their affright! Too much horrified come speak, They deserve to only shriek, shriek, the end of tune,In a clamorous appealing to the mercy that the fire,In a mad expostulation v the deaf and also frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, through a no hope desire, and a resolute undertaking Now—now come sit or never, through the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a story their terror tells Of Despair! exactly how they clang, and also clash, and also roar! What a horror they outpourOn the bosom that the palpitating air! however the ear it totally knows, through the twanging, and the clanging, just how the risk ebbs and flows; yet the ear patent tells, In the jangling, and the wrangling. Just how the peril sinks and also swells,By the sinking or the swelling in the rage of the bells— the the bells— of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— In the clamor and the clangor the the bells!


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listen the tolling the the bells— iron bells!What a people of solemn assumed their monody compels! In the quiet of the night, how we shiver v affright at the melancholy menace of your tone! because that every sound the floats from the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people—ah, the people— They that dwell increase in the steeple, all alone, and also who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, feel a glory in for this reason rolling ~ above the person heart a stone— They space neither male nor woman— They room neither brute no one human— They space Ghouls: and also their king that is who tolls; and he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls A pæan indigenous the bells! and his merry bosom swells with the pæan that the bells! and he dances, and also he yells; maintaining time, time, time, In a kind of Runic rhyme, to the pæan of the bells— that the bells: maintaining time, time, time, In a type of Runic rhyme, to the throbbing that the bells— the the bells, bells, bells— come the sobbing that the bells; maintaining time, time, time, as he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, come the rojo of the bells— that the bells, bells, bells— come the tolling the the bells, the the bells, bells, bells, bells— Bells, bells, bells— to the moaning and also the groaning the the bells.