 | 1821 - 438 oldal
...blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with baked meat choke, And all their spits are turning. \Vithout the door let sorrow lie, And if for cold it hap to die, Well bury't in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry. Now every lad is wondrous trim, And BO man minds... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1820 - 438 oldal
...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 if, for cold, it hap to die, Wee'le bury 't in a Christmas pye, And evermore be merry. WITHERS' JUVENILIA. I HAD finished my toilet,... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1821 - 366 oldal
...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 if, for cold, it hap to die, Wee'le bury 't in a Christmas pye, And evermore be merry. WITHEBS' JUVENILIA. I HAD finished my toilet,... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1824 - 804 oldal
...Christinas blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with bak't meats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if, for cold, it hap to die, Wee'le bury 't in a Christmas pye, And evermore be merry. WITHERS' JUVENILIA. I HAD finished my toilet,... | |
 | Mac Erin O'Tara (pseud.) - 1825 - 954 oldal
...agitating reverie. CHAPTER III. --The thriftless games, With mumming and with masking all around. HUBS. Without the door let Sorrow lie, And if for cold it...bury it in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry \ WITHER'S Juvenilia. THE appellative of " Island of Saints" has been long and universally attributed... | |
 | 1828 - 400 oldal
...Christmas btocks are burning ; Theirovens they with baked meat choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let Sorrow lie, And if for cold it hap tu die, We'll bury't in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry. Now every lad is wond'rous trim. And... | |
 | John Docwra Parry - 1829 - 460 oldal
...advanced days is becoming obsolete and neglected, and in danger of complete extinction. A CHRISTMAS SONG. Without the door let sorrow lie ; And if for cold it hap to die, We '11 bury 't in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry ! Now every lad is wond'rous trim, And no... | |
 | Thomas Crofton Croker - 1829 - 260 oldal
...choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if with cold it chance to die, We'll bury it in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry. It may well be imagined, from this, that Christmas is a rare time for those who love good things ;... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1834 - 334 oldal
...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 if, for cold, it hap to die, Wee'le bury 't in a Christmas pye. And evermore be merry. WITHERS' JUVENILIA. 1 HAD finished my toilet,... | |
 | James Baillie Fraser - 1835 - 250 oldal
...Christmas blocks are burning. Their ovens they with baked meats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if for cold it hap to die, We'll bury't in a Christmas pie, And ever more be merry!" "AH! master Harry," said his sister, as Treshazn... | |
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Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with baked meats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if for cold it hap to die, We'll bury 't in a Christmas pie, And... 
