The Bells - A Collaboration

Poem By Edgar Allan Poe

The bells! — ah, the bells!
The little silver bells!
How fairy-like a melody there floats
From their throats. —
From their merry little throats —
From the silver, tinkling throats
Of the bells, bells, bells —
Of the bells!

The bells! — ah, the bells!
The heavy iron bells!
How horrible a monody there floats
From their throats —
From their deep-toned throats —
From their melancholy throats!
How I shudder at the notes
Of the bells, bells, bells —
Of the bells!

Comments about The Bells - A Collaboration

From their deep-toned throats — From their melancholy throats! How I shudder at the notes Of the bells, bells, bells — Of the bells! such a great poem. tony
The bells! — ah, the bells! The heavy iron bells! How horrible a monody there floats From their throats — From their deep-toned throats — very fine thoughts and imagination. tony
EAPoe at his elusive, suggestive worst. A toss-off with little substance except the allusion to sounds which come across exactly the same with the exact same words whether warm and friendly or ominous and foreboding. Not one of his best efforts.
Of the bells, bells, bells — Of the bells! Bells can be a holy sound of a temple or church But, as the poets asserts in this poem it could bells of horror or melancholic bells. How I shudder at the notes!
The bells! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.


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