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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...

...melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people! — They that dwell...— They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A psean from the bells !...

...melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people— ah, the people — They that dwell...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...

...melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell...• They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells...

...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—...

...melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell...— They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells...

...melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the "people — They that dwell...— They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the b^ells...

...melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the 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...

...melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell...— 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...