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The Bells //by Edgar Allan Poe.// 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. 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 an 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! 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.
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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! 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 paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paean of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean 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.
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poem from http://classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/eapoe/bl-eapoe-bells.htm

Edgar Allen Poe uses onomatopoeia in his poem to help the reader invision the bells. It makes the reader feel as if the bells are a real object opposed to just the subject of a poem. It takes the words of the page and into the mind.

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