 | William Howitt - 1838 - 414 oldal
...with baked meats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie ; And if from cold it hap to die, We'll bury it in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry. Now every lad is wondrous trim, And no man minds his labour ; Our lasses have provided them A bagpipe... | |
 | 1841 - 580 oldal
...ioyful'st feast ! Let every man be iolly, Each roome with yvie leaves IG drest And every post with holly. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if, for cold, it hap to die, WeeT bury'l in a Christmas pye, And ever more be merry.'' In the language of good, hearty, cheerful,... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1843 - 458 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, We'll bury 't in a Christmas pye, And evermore be merry. " WITHERS'S Juvenilia. I HAD finished my toilet, and... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 oldal
...blocks are burning ; Their отеля they with baked meat choke, And all their spits are turning. ould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delig Ч in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry. Now every lad is wond'rous trim, And no man minds his... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 oldal
...Christmas blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with bak'd meats choke. And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie ; And if, for cold, it hap to die, We 11 bury it in a Christmas Pie, And ever more be merrj . Now every lad is wondrous trim, And no man... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1849 - 710 oldal
...Christmas blocks are btiruing, 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 it in a Christmas pye, And evermore be merry. " Now every lad is wondrous trim, And no man minds his labour, Our lasses... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1849 - 756 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 it in a Christmas pye, And evermore be merry. " Now every lad is wondrous trim, And no man minds his labour, Our lasses... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 oldal
...Christmas blocks arc burning ; Their ovens they with baked meat choke, And all their spits are turning. : Sane teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. AtYouLiML [Detc bury't in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry. Now every lad is wond'rous trim, And no man minds... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1849 - 484 oldal
...in as blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with buk'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 - 1849 - 544 oldal
...i - blocks are barntng ; 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, An.I evermore be merry. WITHER*' JUVENILIA. I HAD finished my toilet,... | |
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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... 
