New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1849-10-17

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Hear the sls1ges with TIE bells
Silver bells
What a world o; msrrlmeni their melody iorescus
How they tinkle tnke. tnkie'
In the icy air Of night
While the stars u 81 oversp-nk4e
All the heavens, seem 70 twinkle
VITA a crystalline delight
Keeping time, time, tme'
Ia a sort Of hCnIc rhyme
To the naturalization thst 50 mOslca.iy ~e'
From the bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells
From the .ngllrg aud TIE .ilkling oil the bona
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells
Whsts world oihsppiness their harmony ioretsi's
Through the 5almy AZ OF night
How they ring out their delight
From toe molten-golder notes,
And all IL tune,
WIS. a liquid ditty fosts
To the tortle-doye that listens. while she eloais
On the moon
On from ont tn sounding cells.
What gush Of eupnony volumlnou'iy wells
How itsro.s
How II dwells
On the Future how It tells
OF the rapture that inpels
10 the swinging and the ringing
O the bells, bells. bells,
OF the bells bells, bells. bells
Bells. bells, bells
To the rbyning and the Ginning OF the bells
Her the loud slarum bells
Brszen bells
WHAT tale OF terror, now. their turbasnoy tells
In the startled ear ~ night
How they scream out their alright
Too much houlhed TO speak,
They can only Shrek shrek,
Out OF tune,
In clsmsro1s appealing to the mercy Of the FIRE,
In mad expostulstion withihe deaisnd frantic ire
LIE ping higher, higher, higher,
With desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now-now 10 sit or never
By the side Of the pale-iaced moon.
Oh, toe bells, bells, bells
What tale their terror tells
OF Despair
How they elanc, and clash, and roar
What horror they outponr
On the bosom Of the FACILITATING air
Yet the ear. it fully knows.
By the wsngIDg
And the changing,
How the danger eb5s aud flows
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
Ia the iangling
AID the wrauglng.
How the danger sinks snd swells, bells
B the sinking or the swelling IN the anger OF the
OF the bells
Oithc bells, bells, bells, bells.
Bells, bells, bells
la the camor and the clsngor Of the bells
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Hear the tolling of the bells
Iron bells Icompes
What q world Of solemn thought their monody
In the silence Of the night,
How we SILVER With alright
At the melancholy msnsce Of their tone
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throAts
Is Froan
And the peoplo-ah, the people
They that dwell up in the steeple
All alone,
And who, tong toing tollns,
In that muffied monotone.
Feel glory IN 50 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 il is who tolls
And he rolls rolls, rolls,
Rolls
pean from the bells
And bis merry bosom swes
With the pecan of the bells
And he dances, and ne yells
Keeping time, time time
In a sort Of Rlnic rhyme,
To the paan OF the bells
Ofthe bells
Keeping time, time, time
In sort Of Runic rhyme.
To the throbbing OF the bells
OF the bells, bells, bells
To the sobbing ofthe bells
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knels,
la happy Ruoic rhyme,
To the rolling OF the bells
Of.hs bells, bells, bells;
To the toing OF the bells
Ofthe bells, bella, bells, bells,
Bells, bells bells
To the moaning and the grosning Of the bells.