 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...  Thomas Fitz-Gerald, the lord of Offaley - Seite 68von Mac Erin O'Tara (pseud.) - 1825Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1821 - 438 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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,... | |
 | 1828 - 400 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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... | |
 | William Howitt - 1838 - 414 Seiten
...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... | |
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