...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...a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman- They are neither brute nor human- They are ghouls: And their king it...

...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...Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls: And their...

...monody compels! In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy meaning of the . — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls: — And their...

...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...glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone— They are neither man nor woman— They are neither brute nor human— They are Ghouls: And their king...

...monody compels. In the silence of the night How we shiver of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone. For every...floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan! To the tolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, hells. To the moaning...

...word 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...the people — They that dwell up in the steeple, '37 In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither...

...preliminary to an onslaught of annihilation. The hideously frolicsome bell ringers who toll the final bells Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls: — And their...

...which the human voice depends, sound, exposes it as a nearly pre-human effect in a babelesque vision ("the people - ah, the people - / They that dwell up in the steeple" [956]). Language teeters on the brink of becoming white noise as linguistic consciousness precedes...

...world of solemn thought their melody compels In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone For every sound...throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — MALE MOURNER 1. Keeping time, time, time In a sort of runic rhyme, FEMALE MOURNLR 4. To the tintinnabulation...

...make us think of the tragedies life can hold as we grow older. In the final part we hear iron bells. "Every sound that floats from the rust within their throats is a groan. " What kind of bells do you think these are? 1 Hear the sledges with the bells— Silver hells! What...