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

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

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 bellsOf 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 rolling of the bellsOf 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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