Re: Poem in Fynetik Inglix

Gerald Koenig wrote:

> While I'm doing it, I'd love to see a verse from a "clangy" poem, such
> as this one, especially one with variant english spelling of the rhyming
> words. Just a suggestion.
Of course, this should be rendered into Maryland Standard English orthography.
:-)

But here it is in American Regularized Inglish.  A few British variants are
in ()s.  I may have made some errors.

>    Title: The Bells
>    Date: c. 1845
>
>    I
>
>    Hear the sledges widh the bells -
>    Silver bells!
>    What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
>    How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
>    In the icy air of night!
>    While the stars that oversprinkle
>    All the hevvens, seem to twinkle
>    With a crystalline delight;
>    Keeping time, time, time,
>    In a sort of Runic ryme,
>    To the tintinnabulation that so muzically wells
>    From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
>    Bells, bells, bells -
>    From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
>
>    II
>
>    Hear the melloe wedding bells -
>    Golden bells!
>    What a wurld of happiness their harmony foretells!
>    Throe the baamy air of night
>    How they ring out their delight! -
>    From the molten-golden notes,
>    And aul in tune,
>    What a liquid ditty floats
>    To the turtle-duv that listens, while she gloats
>    On the moone!
>    Oh, from out the sounding cells,
>    What a gush of eufony voluminously wells!
>    How it swells!
>    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 -
>    Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
>    Bells, bells, bells -
>    To the ryming and the chiming of the bells!
>
>    III
>
>    Hear the loud alarum bells -
>    Brazen bells!
>    What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
>    In the startled ear of night
>    How they scream out their affright!
>    Too much horrified to speak,
>    They can only shriek, shriek,
>    Out of tune,
>    In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
>    In a mad expostulation with the def and frantic fire,
>    Leaping higher, higher, higher,
>    With a desperate desire,
>    And a rezolute endevvor
>    Now - now to sit, or nevver,
>    By the side of the pale-faced moon.
>    Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
>    What a tale their terror tells
>    Of Despair!
>    How they clang, and clash and roar!
>    What a horror they outpoar
>    On the boozzom of the palpitating air!
>    Yet the ear, it fully knows,
>    By the twanging,
>    And the clanging,
>    How the dainger ebbs and flows;
>    Yet the ear distinctly tells,
>    In the jangling,
>    And the wrangling,
>    How the dainger 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 clanging of the bells!
>
>    IV
>
>    Hear the toelling of the bells -
>    Iorn bells!
>    What a world of solemn thaught their monody compels!
>    In the silence of the night,
>    How we shivver with affright
>    At the melancoly menace of their tone!
>    For every sound that floats
>    From the rust widhin their throats
>    Is a groan.
>    And the peeple - ah, the peeple -
>    They that dwell up in the steeple,
>    All alone,
>    And hoo, toelling, toelling, toelling,
>    In that muffled monotone,
>    Feel a glory in so rolling
>    On the human hart a stone -
>    They are neether (nyther) man nor woman -
>    They are neether (nyther) brute nor human -
>    They are Gools: -
>    And their king it iz who tolls: -
>    And he roells, roells, roells,
>    Roells
>    A paean from the bells!
>    And his merry boozzom swells
>    Widh the paean of the bells!
>    And he dances (daances), and he yells;
>    Keeping time, time, time,
>    In a sort of Runic rhyme,
>    To the paean of the bells: -
>    Of the bells:
>    Keeping time, time, time
>    In a sort of Runic rhyme,
>    To the throbbing of the bells -
>    Of the bells, bells, bells: -
>    To the sobbing of the bells: -
>    Keeping time, time, time,
>    As he knells, knells, knells,
>    In a happy Runic rhyme,
>    To the roelling of the bells -
>    Of the bells, bells, bells -
>    To the toelling of the bells -
>    Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
>    Bells, bells, bells, -
>    To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
--

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