Too much horrified to speak, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, And a resolute endeavor By the side of the pale-faced moon. How they clang, and clash, and roar. And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows: 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 clamor and the clangor of the bells! IV. Hear the tolling of the bells- t 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- And who tolling, tolling, tolling, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stoneThey are neither man nor womanThey are neither brute nor humanThey are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls; A AN EN Keeping time, ti To the throbb AN "SELDOM we find," s "Half an ideal in t Through all the flims As easily as throug Trash of all trash Yet heavier far than Owl-downy nonsens Twirls into trunkAnd, veritably, Sol i The general tuckern Bubbles-ephemeral But this is, no itStable, opaque, im Of the dear names Keeping time, time, time, To the throbbing of the bells- As he knells, knells, knells, To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. AN ENIGMA. "SELDOM we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, But this is, now, you may depend upon Stable, opaque, immortal-all by dint Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't. ANNABEL LEE. as many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. s a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNabel Lee; a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, nd blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful ANNABEL LEE; at her high born kinsman came And bore her away from me, hut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea. ANNA The angels, not half Went envying Yes!-that was the In this kingdo That the wind came Chilling and But our love it was Of those who For the moon never me dreams Of the beauti And the stars never eyes Of the beauti And so, all the nig side Of my darling-my In the sepulc The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, That the wind came out of the cloud by night, But our love it was stronger by far than the Of those who were older than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE: And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling-my darling-my life and my In the sepulcher there by the sea, |