Dark and dull night, flie hence away, And give the honor to this day That sees December turn’d to May . . . . . . . Why does the chilling winter’s morne Smile like a field beset with corn? Or smell like to a meade new-shorne, Thus on the sudden?–come and see The cause [...]
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Lo, now is come our joyful’st feast! Let every man be jolly. Eache roome with yvie leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Now all our neighbours’ chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning; Their ovens they with bak’t meats choke And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And [...]
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