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| − | The Bells is a poem by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)
| + | This is an index for ringing poems, for which there are many around... if you know of any, please add a page for them here! |
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| − | Hear the sledges with the bells—
| + | [https://engdic.org/poems-about-bells/ 10 Best Short Poems about Bells (EngDic)] |
| − | Silver bells!
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| − | What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
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| − | How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
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| − | In the icy air of night!
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| − | While the stars that oversprinkle
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| − | All the heavens, seem to twinkle
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| − | With a crystalline delight;
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| − | Keeping time, time, time,
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| − | In a sort of Runic rhyme,
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| − | To the tintinabulation that so musically wells
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| − | From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
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| − | Bells, bells, bells— | |
| − | From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
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| − | II.
| + | [https://discoverpoetry.com/poems/bell-poems/ (20) Bell Poems (Discover Poetry)] |
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| − | Hear the mellow wedding bells,
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| − | Golden bells!
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| − | What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
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| − | Through the balmy air of night
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| − | How they ring out their delight!
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| − | From the molten-golden notes,
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| − | And all in tune,
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| − | What a liquid ditty floats
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| − | To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
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| − | On the moon!
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| − | Oh, from out the sounding cells,
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| − | What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
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| − | How it swells!
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| − | How it dwells
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| − | On the Future! how it tells
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| − | Of the rapture that impels
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| − | To the swinging and the ringing
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| − | Of the bells, bells, bells,
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| − | Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
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| − | Bells, bells, bells—
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| − | To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
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| − | III.
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| − | Hear the loud alarum bells—
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| − | Brazen bells!
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| − | What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
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| − | In the startled ear of night
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| − | How they scream out their affright!
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| − | Too much horrified to speak,
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| − | They can only shriek, shriek,
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| − | Out of tune,
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| − | In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
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| − | In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
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| − | Leaping higher, higher, higher,
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| − | With a desperate desire,
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| − | And a resolute endeavor
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| − | Now—now to sit or never,
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| − | By the side of the pale-faced moon.
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| − | Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
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| − | What a tale their terror tells
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| − | Of Despair!
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| − | How they clang, and clash, and roar!
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| − | What a horror they outpour
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| − | On the bosom of the palpitating air!
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| − | Yet the ear it fully knows,
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| − | By the twanging,
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| − | And the clanging,
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| − | How the danger ebbs and flows;
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| − | Yet the ear distinctly tells,
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| − | In the jangling,
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| − | And the wrangling.
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| − | How the danger sinks and swells,
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| − | By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells—
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| − | Of the bells—
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| − | Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
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| − | Bells, bells, bells—
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| − | In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
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| − | IV.
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| − | Hear the tolling of the bells—
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| − | Iron bells!
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| − | What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
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| − | In the silence of the night,
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| − | How we shiver with affright
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| − | At the melancholy menace of their tone!
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| − | For every sound that floats
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| − | From the rust within their throats
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| − | Is a groan.
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| − | And the people—ah, the people—
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| − | They that dwell up in the steeple,
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| − | All alone,
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| − | And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
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| − | In that muffled monotone,
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| − | Feel a glory in so rolling
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| − | On the human heart a stone—
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| − | They are neither man nor woman—
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| − | They are neither brute nor human—
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| − | They are Ghouls:
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| − | And their king it is who tolls;
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| − | And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
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| − | Rolls
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| − | A pæan from the bells!
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| − | And his merry bosom swells
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| − | With the pæan of the bells!
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| − | And he dances, and he yells;
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| − | Keeping time, time, time,
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| − | In a sort of Runic rhyme,
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| − | To the pæan of the bells—
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| − | Of the bells:
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| − | Keeping time, time, time,
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| − | In a sort of Runic rhyme,
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| − | To the throbbing of the bells—
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| − | Of the bells, bells, bells—
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| − | To the sobbing of the bells;
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| − | Keeping time, time, time,
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| − | As he knells, knells, knells,
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| − | In a happy Runic rhyme,
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| − | To the rolling of the bells—
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| − | Of the bells, bells, bells—
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| − | To the tolling of the bells,
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| − | Of the bells, bells, bells, bells—
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| − | Bells, bells, bells—
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| − | To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
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