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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! 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 PALPULATING AIR
 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 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 endeavor Now--now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! NY 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 DID HE FLOATS TO THE TURTLE DOVE THAT LISTENS WHILE SHE GLOATS ON THE MOON OH FROM OUT OF 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 HEAR THE LOUD ALARM 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 AT A TUNE AND A CLAMOROUS APPEALING TO THE MERCY OF THE FIRE IN A MAD EXPOSTULATION WITH THE DEAF AND FRANTIC FIRE LEAPING HIGHER HIGHER HIGHER IN 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
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