The Bells Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBCDCCDEEBBBB A BBBDDBFBBFBBBBBBGBBB B A BBBDDHHFIIIIIIFBBJKK JBHHBBHHBBBBBB L BBBDDMBBMCCMHMHMNNBB BBBBBBEEBBEEBBBEBEBB BBBB| I | A |
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| Hear the sledges with the bells | B |
| Silver bells | B |
| What a world of merriment their melody foretells | B |
| How they tinkle tinkle tinkle | C |
| In their icy air of night | D |
| While the stars that oversprinkle | C |
| All the heavens seem to twinkle | C |
| With a crystalline delight | D |
| Keeping time time time | E |
| In a sort of Runic rhyme | E |
| To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells | B |
| From the bells bells bells bells | B |
| Bells bells bells | B |
| From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells | B |
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| II | A |
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| Hear the mellow wedding bells | B |
| Golden bells | B |
| What a world of happiness their harmony foretells | B |
| Through the balmy air of night | D |
| How they ring out their delight | D |
| From the molten golden notes | B |
| And all in tune | F |
| What a liquid ditty floats | B |
| To the turtle dove that listens while she gloats | B |
| On the moon | F |
| Oh from out the sounding cells | B |
| What a gush of euphony voluminously wells | B |
| How it swells | B |
| How it dwells | B |
| On the future how it tells | B |
| Of the rapture that impels | B |
| To the swinging and the ringing | G |
| Of the bells bells bells | B |
| Of the bells bells bells bells | B |
| Bells bells bells | B |
| To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells | B |
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| III | A |
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| Hear the loud alarum bells | B |
| Brazen bells | B |
| What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells | B |
| In the startled ear of night | D |
| How they scream out their affright | D |
| Too much horrified to speak | H |
| They can only shriek shriek | H |
| Out of tune | F |
| In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire | I |
| In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire | I |
| Leaping higher higher higher | I |
| With a desperate desire | I |
| And a resolute endeavor | I |
| Now now to sit or never | I |
| By the side of the pale faced moon | F |
| Oh the bells bells bells | B |
| What a tale their terror tells | B |
| Of Despair | J |
| How they clang and clash and roar | K |
| What a horror they outpour | K |
| On the bosom of the palpitating air | J |
| Yet the ear it fully knows | B |
| By the twanging | H |
| And the clanging | H |
| How the danger ebbs and flows | B |
| Yet the ear distinctly tells | B |
| In the jangling | H |
| And the wrangling | H |
| How the danger sinks and swells | B |
| By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells | B |
| Of the bells | B |
| Of the bells bells bells bells | B |
| Bells bells bells | B |
| In the clamor and the clangor of the bells | B |
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| IV | L |
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| Hear the tolling of the bells | B |
| Iron bells | B |
| What a world of solemn thought their monody compels | B |
| In the silence of the night | D |
| How we shiver with affright | D |
| At the melancholy menace of their tone | M |
| For every sound that floats | B |
| From the rust within their throats | B |
| Is a groan | M |
| And the people ah the people | C |
| They that dwell up in the steeple | C |
| All alone | M |
| And who toiling toiling toiling | H |
| In that muffled monotone | M |
| Feel a glory in so rolling | H |
| On the human heart a stone | M |
| They are neither man nor woman | N |
| They are neither brute nor human | N |
| They are Ghouls | B |
| And their king it is who tolls | B |
| And he rolls rolls rolls | B |
| Rolls | B |
| A paean from the bells | B |
| And his merry bosom swells | B |
| With the paean of the bells | B |
| And he dances and he yells | B |
| Keeping time time time | E |
| In a sort of Runic rhyme | E |
| To the paean of the bells | B |
| Of the bells | B |
| Keeping time time time | E |
| In a sort of Runic rhyme | E |
| To the throbbing of the bells | B |
| Of the bells bells bells | B |
| To the sobbing of the bells | B |
| Keeping time time time | E |
| As he knells knells knells | B |
| In a happy Runic rhyme | E |
| To the rolling of the bells | B |
| Of the bells bells bells | B |
| To the tolling of the bells | B |
| Of the bells bells bells bells | B |
| Bells bells bells | B |
| To the moaning and the groaning of the bells | B |
Edgar Allan Poe
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