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Christmas Bells
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW I heard the bells...

Why The Chimes Rang
RAYMOND MC ALDEN THERE was once in a faraway count...

A Christmas Carol
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI In the bleak mid-winte...

The Knighting Of The Sirloin Of Beef By Charles The Second
ANON The Second Charles of England Ro...

Under The Holly-bough
CHARLES MACKAY Ye who have scorned each othe...

They Saw A Great Light
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A Christmas Insurrection
ANNE P.L. FIELD In the hush of a shivery Chr...





An Ode On The Birth Of Our Saviour






ROBERT HERRICK

In numbers, and but these few,
I sing thy birth, O Jesu!
Thou pretty baby, born here
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for thy princely port here,
Hadst for thy place
Of birth, a base
Out-stable for thy court here.

Instead of neat enclosures
Of interwoven osiers,
Instead of fragrant posies
Of daffodils and roses,
Thy cradle, kingly stranger,
As gospel tells,
Was nothing else
But here a homely manger.

But we with silks, not crewels,
With sundry precious jewels,
And lily work will dress thee,
And, as we dispossess thee
Of clouts, we'll make a chamber,
Sweet babe, for thee
Of ivory,
And plaster'd round with amber.





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