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From a circa 1881 edition of Poe's poem The Bells, featuring some incredible engraved illustrations and line art by R. Riodan, Charles P. King, F.O.C. Darley, S. G. McCutcheon, A. Fredericks, and Granville Perkins. Publisher: Philadelphia: Porter & Coates.
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012 engraving flowers moth bells moon005 the bells engraved flowers001 inscription john harshberger from his mother christmas 1885002 title page the bells by edgar allan poe illustrated by darley mccutchen fredericks perkins king riordan and northam porthe and coates philadelphia003 list of illustrations engraved by jas w lauderhach r riordan charles p king f oc darley s g mccutcheon a fredericks
004 illustrations r riordan charles p king f oc darley s g mccutcheon a fredericks granville perkins miss c a northam006 engraving horse pulling a sley or sledge silver bells007 engraving a man in a bowler hat with a whip and two women in hats and coats outside of a well lit doorway008 engraving of icicles framing a the night skys stars and crescent moon009 engraving of a wedding man and woman in brides dress stepping through gate children spreading flowers at their feet
010 engraving flowers three birds sitting on a branch011 engraving lanscape moon behind a tree with bird and church013 engraving cherubs hangs from strings connected to flowers014 engraving big church bell in stone bell tower bats in flight015 engraving of small dragon clinging to bell
016 engraving of a woman being rescued from a fire out of a window and carried down a ladder017 engraving two monks ringing a bell beneath a lattice on a rickety stairway019 engraving a tall sailing ship at anchor on fire small boats rescue people bell moon020 engraving bells people flee a fire in the fields021 engraving pallbearers carry a coffin mourners carrying torches hang their heads bells ring
022 engraving a mother pulls her daughters close in fear table curtains church tower024 engraving ghost apparition in stone bell tower pulls rope ringing bell bats take flight023 engraving bells ringing in church towers and steeples025 engraving a bell line broken and cracked on the ground

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.
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,
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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