Christmas poems
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 78. Again at Christmas did we weave
© Alfred Tennyson
Again at Christmas did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
The silent snow possess'd the earth,
And calmly fell our Christmas-eve:
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105. To-night ungather'd let us leave
© Alfred Tennyson
Let cares that petty shadows cast,
By which our lives are chiefly proved,
A little spare the night I loved,
And hold it solemn to the past.
The Earthly Paradise: Apology
© William Morris
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing,
I cannot ease the burden of your fears,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII [all 133 poems]
© Alfred Tennyson
[Preface] Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;
Driving my Parents Home at Christmas
© Robert Bly
As I drive my parents home through the snow
their frailty hesitates on the edge of a mountainside.
'Twas the Second Day before Christmas
© Souster Raymond
While they last all manger accessoriesmarked drastically down --
Answer to an Invitation to Dine at Fishmongers Hall
© Smith Sydney
Much do I love, at civic treat,The monsters of the deep to eat;To see the rosy salmon lying,By smelts encircled, born for frying;And from the china boat to pour,On flaky cod, the flavour'd shower
Christmas Carols (It Came upon the Midnight Clear)
© Edmund Hamilton Sears
It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold;"Peace on the earth, good will to men From heaven's all-gracious King" --The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing
Social Notes I, 1932
© Scott Francis Reginald
"We see thee rise, O Canada, The true North, strong and free,(Tralala-lala, tralala-lala, etc. ...)
White Flock
© Anna Akhmatova
Copyright Anna Akhmatova
Copyright English translation by Ilya Shambat (ilya_shambat@yahoo.com)
Origin: http://www.geocities.com/ilya_shambat/akhmatova.html
Iris Holden, District Nurse
© Reibetanz John
`Love's mysteries in souls do grow,But yet the body is his book.'
December
© Radford Dollie
No gardener need go far to find The Christmas rose,The fairest of the flowers that mark The sweet Year's close:Nor be in quest of places where The hollies grow,Nor seek for sacred trees that hold The mistletoe
Little Jack Horner
© Mother Goose
Little Jack HornerSat in a corner,Eating of Christmas pye;He put in his thumb,And pull'd out a plumb,And what a good boy was I.
To Correspondents
© Andrew Lang
MY postman, though I fear thy tread, And tremble as thy foot draws nearer,'Tis not the Christmas dun I dread, My mortal foe is much severer --The unknown correspondent, who, With indefatigable pen,And nothing in the world to do, Perplexes literary men
Flint and Feather
© Emily Pauline Johnson
Ojistoh1.2Of him whose name breathes bravery and life1.3And courage to the tribe that calls him chief.1.4I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he1.5Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me.
The Beadle's Annual Address
© Thomas Hood
The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,The ploughman homeward plods his weary way And this is Christmas Eve, and here I be!
Modryb Marya -- Aunt Mary
© Robert Stephen Hawker
In old and simple-hearted Cornwall, the household names "Uncle" and "Aunt" were uttered and used as they are to this day in many countries of the East, not only as phrases of kindred, but as words of kindly greeting and tender respect
Trivia; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London
© John Gay
Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful laysThe proper implements for wintry ways;Has taught the walker, with judicious eyes,To read the various warnings of the skies
