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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... night How they ring out their delight ! From 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 ...
... night How they ring out their delight ! From 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 ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... 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 ! Doch erräth das Ohr es leicht , Bei dem Gellen 32 THE BELLS .
... 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 ! Doch erräth das Ohr es leicht , Bei dem Gellen 32 THE BELLS .
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... night my heart is light ! No dirge will I upraise , But waft the angel on her flight With a Pean of old days ! Let no bell toll ! lest her sweet soul , Amid its hallowed mirth , Should catch the note , as it doth float Up from the ...
... night my heart is light ! No dirge will I upraise , But waft the angel on her flight With a Pean of old days ! Let no bell toll ! lest her sweet soul , Amid its hallowed mirth , Should catch the note , as it doth float Up from the ...