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THE LIBRARY

OF

THE UNIVERSITY
OF CALIFORNIA

LOS ANGELES




THE BELLS



BY



EDGAR ALLAN POE,



ILLUSTRATED BY

DARLEY, McCUTCHEON, FREDERICKS, PERKINS,
KING, RIORDAN AND NORTHAM.



PORTER & COATES,
PHILADELPHIA.



COPYRIGHT,

i 881 ,
BY PORTER & COATES



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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.



ENGRAVKD BY JAS. \V. LAUDERHACH.



Illustrated Title R. Riordan.

Head -piece Charles P. King.

Vignette Charles P. AV//^.

"Hear the sledges with the bells" . . F. O. C Darlcy.
"What a world of merriment their

melody foretells!" 5. G. McCutchcon.

"'How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle" . . A. Fredericks.
"Hear the mellow wedding-bells" . . F. O. C. Darley.



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ILLUSTRATIONS.

ARTIST.

" Golden bells!" Charles P. King.

"From the molten-golden notes" . F. O. C. Darley.
"Oh, from out the sounding cells " . R. Riordan.
" To the swinging and the ringing " . A. Fredericks.
"Hear the loud alarum-bells" . . Granville Perkins.
" How they scream out their affright ! " R. Riordan.
<l In the clamorous appealing to the

mercy of the fire" . . . . F. O. C. Darley.
"In a mad expostulation with the

deaf and frantic fire" . . . Granville Perkins.
"Oh, the bells, bells, bells !" . . . Granville Perkins.
"Yet the ear it fully knows" . . Granville Perkins.
"Hear the tolling of the bells" . . F. O. C. Darley.
"In the silence of the night" . . Miss C. A. Northam.
"And trie people, ah, the people" . Granville Perkins.
"And their king it is who tolls" . A. Fredericks.
Tail -piece . . Charles P. King.




WHAT a world of merriment their melody foretells !







LTOW 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 har-
mony foretells !
Through the balmy air of night

How they ring
E^_".-__ out their

5jf| delight !




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




O 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




HEAR the loud alarum-bells.
Brazen bells !
What a tale of terror, now, their

turbulency tells !
In the startled ear of night





H



OW they scream out their affright !
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,





IN the clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,




desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced
moon.



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\H, the bells, bells, bells!

\Yhat 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 !







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FEAR the tolling of the bells,

Iron bells !

What a world of solemn thought their monody
compels !




FN 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.



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AND

the people,
ah, the people,
They that dwell up
* v in the steeple,
/ All alone,

And who, tolling, tolling, toll-
ing,

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 :




I/KEEPING time, time, time,
Av 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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