65 70 Turning and twisting, Around and around A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying, and deafening the ear with its sound,. 75 80 85 90 95 100 105 Collecting, projecting, And glittering and frittering, Dividing and gliding and sliding, Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting, Delaying and straying and playing and spraying, 110 Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing, Recoiling, turmoiling, and toiling and boiling, And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming, And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing, And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping, 115 And curling and whirling and purling and twirling, 120 And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, All at once, and all o'er, with a mighty uproar: HELPS TO STUDY Biographical: Robert Southey, 1774-1843, was a great English poet. In 1813 he was made poet laureate. 5 10 15 20 25 30 THE BELLS EDGAR ALLAN POE HEAR the sledges with the bells- What a world of merriment their melody foretells! To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. Hear the mellow wedding-bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! Hear the loud alarum bells Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! How they scream out their affright! In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, And a resolute endeavor, By the side of the pale-faced moon. What a tale their terror tells Of despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! On the bosom of the palpitating air! By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— In the clamor and the clangor of the bells! |