The Bells Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IA
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Hear the sledges with the bellsB
Silver bellsB
What a world of merriment their melody foretellsB
How they tinkle tinkle tinkleC
In their icy air of nightD
While the stars that oversprinkleC
All the heavens seem to twinkleC
With a crystalline delightD
Keeping time time timeE
In a sort of Runic rhymeE
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wellsB
From the bells bells bells bellsB
Bells bells bellsB
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bellsB
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IIA
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Hear the mellow wedding bellsB
Golden bellsB
What a world of happiness their harmony foretellsB
Through the balmy air of nightD
How they ring out their delightD
From the molten golden notesB
And all in tuneF
What a liquid ditty floatsB
To the turtle dove that listens while she gloatsB
On the moonF
Oh from out the sounding cellsB
What a gush of euphony voluminously wellsB
How it swellsB
How it dwellsB
On the future how it tellsB
Of the rapture that impelsB
To the swinging and the ringingG
Of the bells bells bellsB
Of the bells bells bells bellsB
Bells bells bellsB
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bellsB
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IIIA
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Hear the loud alarum bellsB
Brazen bellsB
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tellsB
In the startled ear of nightD
How they scream out their affrightD
Too much horrified to speakH
They can only shriek shriekH
Out of tuneF
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fireI
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fireI
Leaping higher higher higherI
With a desperate desireI
And a resolute endeavorI
Now now to sit or neverI
By the side of the pale faced moonF
Oh the bells bells bellsB
What a tale their terror tellsB
Of DespairJ
How they clang and clash and roarK
What a horror they outpourK
On the bosom of the palpitating airJ
Yet the ear it fully knowsB
By the twangingH
And the clangingH
How the danger ebbs and flowsB
Yet the ear distinctly tellsB
In the janglingH
And the wranglingH
How the danger sinks and swellsB
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bellsB
Of the bellsB
Of the bells bells bells bellsB
Bells bells bellsB
In the clamor and the clangor of the bellsB
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IVL
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Hear the tolling of the bellsB
Iron bellsB
What a world of solemn thought their monody compelsB
In the silence of the nightD
How we shiver with affrightD
At the melancholy menace of their toneM
For every sound that floatsB
From the rust within their throatsB
Is a groanM
And the people ah the peopleC
They that dwell up in the steepleC
All aloneM
And who toiling toiling toilingH
In that muffled monotoneM
Feel a glory in so rollingH
On the human heart a stoneM
They are neither man nor womanN
They are neither brute nor humanN
They are GhoulsB
And their king it is who tollsB
And he rolls rolls rollsB
RollsB
A paean from the bellsB
And his merry bosom swellsB
With the paean of the bellsB
And he dances and he yellsB
Keeping time time timeE
In a sort of Runic rhymeE
To the paean of the bellsB
Of the bellsB
Keeping time time timeE
In a sort of Runic rhymeE
To the throbbing of the bellsB
Of the bells bells bellsB
To the sobbing of the bellsB
Keeping time time timeE
As he knells knells knellsB
In a happy Runic rhymeE
To the rolling of the bellsB
Of the bells bells bellsB
To the tolling of the bellsB
Of the bells bells bells bellsB
Bells bells bellsB
To the moaning and the groaning of the bellsB

Edgar Allan Poe



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