 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.  The Heart of Oak Books: Fourth book - Стр. 43авторы: Charles Eliot Norton - 1908Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1863 - Страниц: 1194
...knell.*, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the belli — And the people-ah ! the pe»ple — They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muflled monotone. Feel a glory in to rolling On the human heart a stone— They are neither man nor... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - Страниц: 308
...their throats And the people—ah, the people— They that dwell up in the steeple, • Is a groan.. All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that...muffled monotone, .., Feel a glory in so rolling ,. On j;he human heart a stone— They are' ! 'neither man nor woman— They are neither brute nor human—... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1853 - Страниц: 594
...! 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 groau. And the people — ah, the people— They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling,... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - Страниц: 580
...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...people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the stceplu -» All alone And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in... | |
 | 1855 - Страниц: 1428
...! In the silence of the night. How we shiver witli affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their...alone. And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muftit'd monotone, Feel a glory in no rolling On the human heart a stone. They are neither man nor... | |
 | 1855 - Страниц: 1416
...that floats From the rust within their throat ti In a trnmn. And the people -ah. the people- — Tliey that dwell up in the steeple, All alone* And who tolling, tolling, tolling* In that in u filed monotone. Feel a glory la so rolling On the human heart a stone, They are neither man nor... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1856 - Страниц: 518
...! 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...that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls : And their... | |
 | 1857 - Страниц: 884
...musing upon the probability of invisible hands pulling at his bell-rope, lie thought, perhaps, those " People — ah, the people. They that dwell up in the...tolling. In that muffled monotone. Feel a glory in BO rolling. On the human heart, a Ktone ; They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute... | |
 | 1857 - Страниц: 594
...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...a groan. And the people— Ah, the people — They ! bit dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone,... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1858 - Страниц: 638
...1 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...people — They that dwell up in the steeple, All aloue, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the... | |
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