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Saturday, 31 December 2011
Friday, 30 December 2011
Lullaby - Louisa May Alcott
Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.
Thursday, 29 December 2011
Anniversaries - Aldous Huxley
Once more the windless days are here,
Quiet of autumn, when the year
Halts and looks backward and draws breath
Before it plunges into death.
Quiet of autumn, when the year
Halts and looks backward and draws breath
Before it plunges into death.
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Love And Age - Thomas Love Peacock
I play’d with you ’mid cowslips blowing,
When I was six and you were four;
When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,
Were pleasures soon to please no more.
Through groves and meads, o’er grass and heather,
With little playmates, to and fro,
We wander’d hand in hand together;
But that was sixty years ago.
When I was six and you were four;
When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,
Were pleasures soon to please no more.
Through groves and meads, o’er grass and heather,
With little playmates, to and fro,
We wander’d hand in hand together;
But that was sixty years ago.
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
The Nativity - Henry Vaughan
Peace? and to all the world? sure, One
And He the Prince of Peace, hath none.
And He the Prince of Peace, hath none.
Monday, 26 December 2011
My Little Doll - Charles Kingsley
I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
The prettiest doll in the world;
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Journey Of The Magi - T.S. Eliot
'A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.'
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.'
Friday, 23 December 2011
[little tree] - ee cummings
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
Thursday, 22 December 2011
Christmas Bells - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
I Saw Three Ships - Anonymous
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning.
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning.
Monday, 19 December 2011
The House Of Christmas - G. K. Chesterton
There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.
Sunday, 18 December 2011
When Christmas Comes - Virna Sheard
For thee, my small one--trinkets and new toys,
The wine of life and all its keenest joys,
When Christmas comes.
For me, the broken playthings of the past
That in my folded hands I still hold fast,
When Christmas comes.
The wine of life and all its keenest joys,
When Christmas comes.
For me, the broken playthings of the past
That in my folded hands I still hold fast,
When Christmas comes.
Saturday, 17 December 2011
Love Came Down at Christmas - Christina Georgina Rossetti
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.
Friday, 16 December 2011
The Oxen - Thomas Hardy
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
Star Of My Heart - Vachel Lindsay
Star of my heart, I follow from afar.
Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,
Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.
Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,
Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.
Tuesday, 13 December 2011
Home For Christmas — Old Style - Cicely Fox Smith
"I'm goin' to get 'er 'ome
For Christmas," said the skipper
O' the clipper
Flyin' Foam . . .
For Christmas," said the skipper
O' the clipper
Flyin' Foam . . .
Monday, 12 December 2011
A Visit from St. Nicholas - Clement Clark Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Christmas Gifts - Carolyn Wells
Ten Christmas presents standing in a line;
Robert took the bicycle, then there were nine.
Robert took the bicycle, then there were nine.
Saturday, 10 December 2011
Christmas In The Olden Time - Sir Walter Scott
On Christmas-eve the bells were rung;
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dressed with holly green;
Forth to the wood did merry men go,
To gather in the mistletoe.
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dressed with holly green;
Forth to the wood did merry men go,
To gather in the mistletoe.
Friday, 9 December 2011
At Christmas - Edgar A. Guest
A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here;
Then he's thinking more of others than be's thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than at any other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.
He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here;
Then he's thinking more of others than be's thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than at any other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.
Thursday, 8 December 2011
The Christmas Homes of England - Caroline Hayward
The Christmas homes of England!
How far-famed and how dear;
In bright array they ever stand,
That glad day of the year;
When gathered round the hearth-stone,
The loved ones joyful meet,
With one accord from far and near,
The circle glad to greet.
How far-famed and how dear;
In bright array they ever stand,
That glad day of the year;
When gathered round the hearth-stone,
The loved ones joyful meet,
With one accord from far and near,
The circle glad to greet.
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Christmas At Sea - Robert Louis Stevenson
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand;
The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand;
The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea;
And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee.
The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand;
The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea;
And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee.
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
Christmas Bells - Hattie Howard
Ring out, O bells, in joyful chime!
Again we hail the Christmas time;
In melting, mellow atmosphere,
The crown and glory of the year.
Again we hail the Christmas time;
In melting, mellow atmosphere,
The crown and glory of the year.
Monday, 5 December 2011
John Greenleaf Whittier - After Election
THE day's sharp strife is ended now,
Our work is done, God knoweth how!
As on the thronged, unrestful town
The patience of the moon looks down,
I wait to hear, beside the wire,
The voices of its tongues of fire.
Our work is done, God knoweth how!
As on the thronged, unrestful town
The patience of the moon looks down,
I wait to hear, beside the wire,
The voices of its tongues of fire.
Sunday, 4 December 2011
Friday, 2 December 2011
In Memoriam, July 19, 1914 - Anna Akhmatova
We aged a hundred years and this descended
In just one hour, as at a stroke.
The summer had been brief and now was ended;
The body of the ploughed plains lay in smoke.
In just one hour, as at a stroke.
The summer had been brief and now was ended;
The body of the ploughed plains lay in smoke.
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Song: A youth for Jane with ardour sighed... - Amelia Opie
A youth for Jane with ardour sighed,
The maid with sparkling eye;
But to his vows she still replied,
‘I’ll hear you by and by.’
The maid with sparkling eye;
But to his vows she still replied,
‘I’ll hear you by and by.’