Context

This line is from the poem "The Bells" by Edgar Allan Poe (1849).

Golden bells. Bronze bells. Iron bells. Silver bells. Are you listening? If you missed the roiling and toiling and tinkling and sprinkling of the bells, Edgar Allan Poe is happy to recap the noises for you in the most epic poem about bells ever written: "The Bells."

It's about taking the road less traveled, even though that path might be harder, and…

Just kidding. It's about bells. Bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells.

Bells.

Where you've heard it

You hear this when someone is singing vintage Destiny's Child at karaoke night. Oh wait, that's "Bills, Bills, Bills," not "Bells, Bells, Bells."

Then you hear this when the bells toll, for whomever that may be, and maybe around the holidays after a rendition of "Carol of the Bells," or when a clock tower strikes midnight. That's a lot of bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells.

Pretentious Factor

If you were to drop this quote at a dinner party, would you get an in-unison "awww" or would everyone roll their eyes and never invite you back? Here it is, on a scale of 1-10.

There's no way to say "bells" this many times and sound pretentious. Bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells. You will sound silly, though. Bells.