 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 str.
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 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1863 - 1194 str.
...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... | |
 | 1855 - 724 str.
...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...neither man nor woman; They are neither brute nor liumim, They are Ghouls: And their king It is who tolls ; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A piean... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 str.
...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 - 588 str.
...of lhe night. How we shiver with affright At the melaneholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is...They are neither man nor woman — They are neither hrute nor human — They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1853 - 594 str.
...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...— They are neither brute nor human — They are Glionls : Anil their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 str.
...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...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 str.
...night, [compta»! How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is...— They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghoul«: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls, A pœan from the bells... | |
 | 1855 - 1428 str.
...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 throats Is...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... | |
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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. And the people... 
