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And his merry bosom swells With the pæan of the bells! AND HIS MERRY BOSOM SWELLS WITH A PEAN FROM THE BELLS
r 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 clamor and the clangor 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!  ROAR WHAT A HORROR THEY OUTPOUR ON THE BOSOM OF THE PALPULATING 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 CLAMOR AND THE CLANGOR OF THE BELLS HEAR THE TOLLING OF THE BELLS IRON BELLS WHAT A WORLD OF SOLEMN THOUGHT THEIR MONOTONY COMPELS IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT HOW WE SHIVER WITH AFFRIGHT THE MELANCHOLY MENACE OF THEIR TONE FOR EVERY SOUND THAT FLOATS FROM THE REST WITHIN THEIR THROATS IS A GROAN AND THE PEOPLE AH THE PEOPLE THEY THAT DWELL UP IN THE STEEPLE ALL ALONE AND WHO TALL LAY TALL LA TONE IN THAT MUFFLED MONOTONE THE 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 ROAR ROAN FROM THE BELLS
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