The Greatest Poems & Carols for Christmas Time (Illustrated Edition) E-Book
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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- Herausgeber: e-artnow
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
This meticously edited collection is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents: The Three Kings (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow) Christmas At Sea (Robert Louis Stevenson) Angels from the Realms of Glory (James Montgomery) Christmas in the Olden Time (Walter Scott) Christmas In India (Rudyard Kipling) Old Santa Claus (Clement Clarke Moore) The Twelve Days of Christmas Silent Night Minstrels (William Wordsworth) Ring Out, Wild Bells (Alfred Lord Tennyson) Hymn On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity (John Milton) A Christmas Carol (Samuel Taylor Coleridge) The Oxen (Thomas Hardy) A Christmas Ghost Story (Thomas Hardy) The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (Emily Dickinson) 'Twas just this time, last year, I died (Emily Dickinson) The Magi (William Butler Yeats) The Mahogany Tree (William Makepeace Thackeray) A Bell (Clinton Scollard) Christmas Carol (Sara Teasdale) The Mystic's Christmas (John Greenleaf Whittier) Christmas Cheer (Thomas Tusser) Noel: Christmas Eve 1913 (Robert Seymour Bridges) The Holly and the Ivy Twas the Night before Christmas - A Visit From Saint Nicholas (Clement Moore) Adam lay ybounden Christmas Day (Charles Kingsley) Christmas Bells (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow) Christmas Fancies (Ella Wheeler Wilcox) Twas jolly, jolly Wat (C. W. Stubbs) A Tale Of Christmas Eve (William Topaz McGonagall) Jest 'Fore Christmas (Eugene Field) A Christmas Folksong (Paul Laurence Dunbar) As with Gladness Men of Old (William Chatterton Dix) Nativity a Christmas (John Donne) Marmion: A Christmas Poem (Walter Scott) Boar's Head Carol Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus (Charles Wesley) Coventry Carol Here We Come A-wassailing
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The Greatest Poems & Carols for Christmas Time
(Illustrated Edition)
Table of Contents
The Three Kings (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Three Kings came riding from far away,
Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;
Three Wise Men out of the East were they,
And they travelled by night and they slept by day,
For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.
The star was so beautiful, large, and clear,
That all the other stars of the sky
Became a white mist in the atmosphere,
And by this they knew that the coming was near
Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.
Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,
Three caskets of gold with golden keys;
Their robes were of crimson silk with rows
Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows,
Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees.
And so the Three Kings rode into the West,
Through the dusk of night, over hill and dell,
And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast
And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,
With the people they met at some wayside well.
"Of the child that is born," said Baltasar,
"Good people, I pray you, tell us the news;
For we in the East have seen his star,
And have ridden fast, and have ridden far,
To find and worship the King of the Jews."
And the people answered, "You ask in vain;
We know of no king but Herod the Great!"
They thought the Wise Men were men insane,
As they spurred their horses across the plain,
Like riders in haste, and who cannot wait.
And when they came to Jerusalem,
Herod the Great, who had heard this thing,
Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them;
And said, "Go down unto Bethlehem,
And bring me tidings of this new king."
So they rode away; and the star stood still,
The only one in the gray of morn
Yes, it stopped, it stood still of its own free will,
Right over Bethlehem on the hill,
The city of David where Christ was born.
And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard,
Through the silent street, till their horses turned
And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard;
But the windows were closed, and the doors were barred,
And only a light in the stable burned.
And cradled there in the scented hay,
In the air made sweet by the breath of kine,
The little child in the manger lay,
The child, that would be king one day
Of a kingdom not human but divine.
His mother Mary of Nazareth
Sat watching beside his place of rest,
Watching the even flow of his breath,
For the joy of life and the terror of death
Were mingled together in her breast.
They laid their offerings at his feet:
The gold was their tribute to a King,
The frankincense, with its odor sweet,
Was for the Priest, the Paraclete,
The myrrh for the body's burying.
And the mother wondered and bowed her head,
And sat as still as a statue of stone;
Her heart was troubled yet comforted,
Remembering what the Angel had said
Of an endless reign and of David's throne.
Then the Kings rode out of the city gate,
With a clatter of hoofs in proud array;
But they went not back to Herod the Great,
For they knew his malice and feared his hate,
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!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Then from each black accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!"
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.
They heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day;
But 'twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay.
We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout,
And we gave her the maintops'l, and stood by to go about.
