runic
relating to characters from an ancient alphabet
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of
Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
tintinnabulation
the sound of a bell ringing
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the
tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
balmy
mild and pleasant
Through the
balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
ditty
a short simple song
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid
ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
gloat
dwell on with satisfaction
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she
gloats
On the moon!
euphony
any pleasing and harmonious sounds
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of
euphony voluminously wells!
voluminous
large in number or quantity
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony
voluminously wells!
rapture
a state of being carried away by overwhelming emotion
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the
rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells
impel
urge or force to an action; constrain or motivate
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that
impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells
turbulence
a state of violent disturbance and disorder
What tale of terror, now, their
turbulency tells!
clamorous
conspicuously and offensively loud
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a
clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now—now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
expostulation
an exclamation of protest, opposition, or criticism
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad
expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now—now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
resolute
firm in purpose or belief
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a
resolute endeavor
Now—now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
endeavor
a purposeful or industrious undertaking
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute
endeavor
Now—now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
palpitate
beat rapidly
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the
palpitating air!
ebb
fall away or decline
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger
ebbs and flows
clangor
a loud resonant repeating noise
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!
toll
ring slowly
Hear the
tolling of the bells—
Iron bells!
solemn
dignified and somber in manner or character
What a world of
solemn thought their monody compels!
melancholy
a feeling of thoughtful sadness
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the
melancholy menace of their tone!
menace
something that is a source of danger
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy
menace of their tone!
steeple
a tall tower that forms the superstructure of a building
And the people—ah, the people—
They that dwell up in the
steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone
monotone
an unchanging intonation
And the people—ah, the people—
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled
monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone
paean
a hymn of praise
A
paean from the bells !
And his merry bosom swells
With the
paean of the bells!
knell
the sound of a bell rung slowly to announce a death
Keeping time, time, time,
As he
knells,
knells,
knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells —
Of the bells, bells, bells