{"product_id":"crane-bell-suzu-mini-alloy-clamp","title":"Crane Hammer Strike Bell - Small","description":"\u003cp\u003eThe hammer striker makes a louder sound than the spring-striker on one of the other bells. It should get past most ear buds, but that depends on how loud they have the music turned up. Another nice all-brass or copper bell from Crane. Made in Japan.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e------\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch1 class=\"title\" id=\"page-title\"\u003e\u003c\/h1\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"region region-content\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"block-system-main\" class=\"block block-system\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"content\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"node-179\" class=\"node node-activity node-promoted clearfix\" about=\"\/activity\/read-bells-edgar-allan-poe\" typeof=\"sioc:Item foaf:Document\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"content\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"field-items\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"field-item even\" property=\"content:encoded\"\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003eThe Bells\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEdgar Allan Poe\u003cbr\u003e(1809-1849)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003eI.\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e        Hear the sledges with the bells—\u003cbr\u003e                 Silver bells!\u003cbr\u003eWhat a world of merriment their melody foretells!\u003cbr\u003e        How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,\u003cbr\u003e           In the icy air of night!\u003cbr\u003e        While the stars that oversprinkle\u003cbr\u003e        All the heavens, seem to twinkle\u003cbr\u003e           With a crystalline delight;\u003cbr\u003e         Keeping time, time, time,\u003cbr\u003e         In a sort of Runic rhyme,\u003cbr\u003eTo the tintinnabulation that so musically wells\u003cbr\u003e       From the bells, bells, bells, bells,\u003cbr\u003e               Bells, bells, bells—\u003cbr\u003e  From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003eII.\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e        Hear the mellow wedding bells,\u003cbr\u003e                 Golden bells!\u003cbr\u003eWhat a world of happiness their harmony foretells!\u003cbr\u003e        Through the balmy air of night\u003cbr\u003e        How they ring out their delight!\u003cbr\u003e           From the molten-golden notes,\u003cbr\u003e               And all in tune,\u003cbr\u003e           What a liquid ditty floats\u003cbr\u003e    To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats\u003cbr\u003e               On the moon!\u003cbr\u003e         Oh, from out the sounding cells,\u003cbr\u003eWhat a gush of euphony voluminously wells!\u003cbr\u003e               How it swells!\u003cbr\u003e               How it dwells\u003cbr\u003e           On the Future! how it tells\u003cbr\u003e           Of the rapture that impels\u003cbr\u003e         To the swinging and the ringing\u003cbr\u003e           Of the bells, bells, bells,\u003cbr\u003e         Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,\u003cbr\u003e               Bells, bells, bells—\u003cbr\u003e  To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003eIII.\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e         Hear the loud alarum bells—\u003cbr\u003e                 Brazen bells!\u003cbr\u003eWhat tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!\u003cbr\u003e       In the startled ear of night\u003cbr\u003e       How they scream out their affright!\u003cbr\u003e         Too much horrified to speak,\u003cbr\u003e         They can only shriek, shriek,\u003cbr\u003e                  Out of tune,\u003cbr\u003eIn a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,\u003cbr\u003eIn a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,\u003cbr\u003e            Leaping higher, higher, higher,\u003cbr\u003e            With a desperate desire,\u003cbr\u003e         And a resolute endeavor\u003cbr\u003e         Now—now to sit or never,\u003cbr\u003e       By the side of the pale-faced moon.\u003cbr\u003e            Oh, the bells, bells, bells!\u003cbr\u003e            What a tale their terror tells\u003cbr\u003e                  Of Despair!\u003cbr\u003e       How they clang, and clash, and roar!\u003cbr\u003e       What a horror they outpour\u003cbr\u003eOn the bosom of the palpitating air!\u003cbr\u003e       Yet the ear it fully knows,\u003cbr\u003e            By the twanging,\u003cbr\u003e            And the clanging,\u003cbr\u003e         How the danger ebbs and flows;\u003cbr\u003e       Yet the ear distinctly tells,\u003cbr\u003e            In the jangling,\u003cbr\u003e            And the wrangling.\u003cbr\u003e       How the danger sinks and swells,\u003cbr\u003eBy the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells—\u003cbr\u003e             Of the bells—\u003cbr\u003e     Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,\u003cbr\u003e            Bells, bells, bells—\u003cbr\u003e In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003eIV.\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e          Hear the tolling of the bells—\u003cbr\u003e                 Iron bells!\u003cbr\u003eWhat a world of solemn thought their monody compels!\u003cbr\u003e        In the silence of the night,\u003cbr\u003e        How we shiver with affright\u003cbr\u003e  At the melancholy menace of their tone!\u003cbr\u003e        For every sound that floats\u003cbr\u003e        From the rust within their throats\u003cbr\u003e                 Is a groan.\u003cbr\u003e        And the people—ah, the people—\u003cbr\u003e       They that dwell up in the steeple,\u003cbr\u003e                 All alone,\u003cbr\u003e        And who tolling, tolling, tolling,\u003cbr\u003e          In that muffled monotone,\u003cbr\u003e         Feel a glory in so rolling\u003cbr\u003e          On the human heart a stone—\u003cbr\u003e     They are neither man nor woman—\u003cbr\u003e     They are neither brute nor human—\u003cbr\u003e              They are Ghouls:\u003cbr\u003e        And their king it is who tolls;\u003cbr\u003e        And he rolls, rolls, rolls,\u003cbr\u003e                    Rolls\u003cbr\u003e             A pæan from the bells!\u003cbr\u003e          And his merry bosom swells\u003cbr\u003e             With the pæan of the bells!\u003cbr\u003e          And he dances, and he yells;\u003cbr\u003e          Keeping time, 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