...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...tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in their rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute...

...of eager heed their bellowing compels ! In the gas-glare of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From those husky urchin throats Brings a groan. And the nippers — ah! those nippers^— Those shrill shouters,...

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...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...

...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 liumim, They are Ghouls: And their king...

...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...

...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...

...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 And the people—ah, the people— They that dwell up in the steeple, • Is a groan.. All alone, And...

...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...

...world of solemn thought their monody compels 1 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...