![]() ![]() To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the clamor and the clanging of the bells! In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,īy the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells. ![]() In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! To the tintinnabulation that so musically wellsįrom the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. ![]() ![]() What a world of merriment their melody foretells! His house can still be visited, but now it is impossible to hear the bells over the hustle and bustle of the contemporary city. In those days, he could hear the bells of the University Church from his home. The intellectual content of the poem is slight there is a progression from the silver bells of a sledge on a snowy winter night, to the golden bells rung at a wedding, and then to the brazen. This poem was written by Poe when he lived on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx, just a few blocks away from Fordham (now called the Rose Hill campus of the University). ![]()
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