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...desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells ! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair I How they clang, and clash, and roar ! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating...

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...desperate desire, And a resolute endeavour Now, now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror...they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ehbs and flows ; Yet the...

...And a resolute endeavor Now — now to sit, or never, •By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh! the bells! What a tale their terror tells Of despair !...they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging And the clangirig, How the danger ebbs and flows ; Yet...

...desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells, What a tale their terror tells, Of Despair I How they clang, and clash and roar I What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air...