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large/5754/bells_1102_librivox_64kb_mp3/bells_poe_gc_64kb
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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. 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
 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 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!  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 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 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
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