 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1863 - 1194 страници
...knell.*, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the belli — And the people-ah ! the pe»ple — They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muflled monotone. Feel a glory in to rolling On the human heart a stone— They are neither man nor... | |
 | 1855 - 724 страници
...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...neither man nor woman; They are neither brute nor liumim, They are Ghouls: And their king It is who tolls ; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A piean... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 страници
...their throats And the people—ah, the people— They that dwell up in the steeple, • Is a groan.. All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that...muffled monotone, .., Feel a glory in so rolling ,. On j;he human heart a stone— They are' ! 'neither man nor woman— They are neither brute nor human—... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1853 - 588 страници
...of lhe night. How we shiver with affright At the melaneholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is...They are neither man nor woman — They are neither hrute nor human — They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1853 - 594 страници
...melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groau. And the people — ah, the people— They that dwell...— They are neither brute nor human — They are Glionls : Anil their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 страници
...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...people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the stceplu -» All alone And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 страници
...night, [compta»! How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is...— They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghoul«: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls, A pœan from the bells... | |
 | 1855 - 1428 страници
...of the night. How we shiver witli affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is...alone. And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muftit'd monotone, Feel a glory in no rolling On the human heart a stone. They are neither man nor... | |
 | 1855 - 1416 страници
...that floats From the rust within their throat ti In a trnmn. And the people -ah. the people- — Tliey that dwell up in the steeple, All alone* And who tolling, tolling, tolling* In that in u filed monotone. Feel a glory la so rolling On the human heart a stone, They are neither man nor... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1856 - 518 страници
...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...that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls : And their... | |
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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... 
