Ring out, ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears.
If ye have power to touch our senses so;
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time,
And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow;
And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
| author = Milton
| work = Hymn. On the Morning of Christ's Nativity.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring,
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
| author = Milton
| work = Hymn. On the Morning of Christ's
Nativity.
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'Twas the night before Christmas; when all
through the house
Not a creature was stirring,—not even a mouse:
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Clement C. Mooee—A Visit from St.
Nicholas.
God rest ye, little children; let nothing you
affright,
For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this
happy night;
Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping
When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on
Christmas day.
D. M. Mulock—Christmas Card. St. 2.
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| text = As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas'
so many happy months will you have.
Old English Saying.
England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.
Scott—Marmion. Canto VI. Introduction.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 107.
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
| author = Tennyson
| work = In Memoriam. XXVIII.
Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about
The Mahogany-Tree.
Thackeray—The Mahogany-Tree.
At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
Tusser—Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Ch. XII.
CSee also Macfabben)
n The sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and, all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
Henry. Vaughan—Christ's Nativity.
"Hark the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born king."
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!
Charles Wesley—Christmas Hymn. (Altered from "Hark how all the welkin rings,
Glory to the King of Kings.
Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel
cease;
Sing the song of great joy that the angels began, Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man! Whittier—Christmas Carmen. St. 3.
CHRYSANTHEMUM H Chrysanthemum
Fair gift of Friendship! and her ever bright
And faultless image! welcome now them art, In thy pure loveliness—thy robes of white,
Speaking a moral to the feeling heart; Unscattered by heats—by wintry blasts unmoved—
Thy strength thus tested—and thy charms improved.
Anna Peyre Dinnies—To a White Chrysanthemum.
Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy
Unload their gaudy scentless merchandise.
Oscar Wilde—Humanitad. St. 11.
CHURCH
The nearer the church, the further from God.
Bishop Andrews—Sermon on the Nativity before James I. (1622) Proverb quoted by Fuller—Worthies. II. 5. (Ed. 1811) </poem>
To Kerke the narre, from God more farre.
As quoted by Spenser—Shepherd's Calendar. (July, 1579) Douse MS. 52. 15. (1450) See Mtjrray, N.E.D. Used by Swift— Legion Club. Note. Heywood—Proverbs. Given also in Ray as French. Known to Germans and Italians.
(See also Burton)
Where Christ erecteth his church, the divell in the same church-yarde will have his chappell.
