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The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe (published 1849)

Discussion in 'Quotes & Poems' started by creedito, Sep 1, 2015.

  1. creedito

    creedito Forum Veteran Established

    I.
    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 tintinnabulation 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 !
    Oh, 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 !
    III.
    Hear the loud alarum bells --
    Brazen bells !
    What 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 endeavor
    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 meaning 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,
    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 rolling 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.
    [The indentation of this poem was
    done purposely in an attempt to match
    the way Poe originally wrote it. It
    seems as though Poe had some idea
    in mind but no one is sure what it
    was.]
     
  2. thanks for posting :)
     
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