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4 Classic Christmas Poems

  1. Lines spoken after the ghost’s exitBERNARDO. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.HORATIO. And then it started, like a guilty thing
    Upon a fearful summons. I have heard
    The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
    Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
    Awake the god of day; and at his warning,
    Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
    Th’ extravagant and erring spirit hies
    To his confine; and of the truth herein
    This present object made probation.MARCELLUS. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
    Some say that ever, ’gainst that season comes
    Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
    The bird of dawning singeth all night long;
    And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
    The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
    No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
    So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.

    HORATIO. So have I heard and do in part believe it.
    But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
    Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
    Break we our watch up; and by my advice
    Let us impart what we have seen to-night
    Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
    This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

    By William Shakespeare

    Read source at : http://poetry.about.com/od/poemsbytitleh/l/blshakespearechristmas.htm

  2. The Twelve Days of ChristmasOn the first day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    A partridge in a pear tree.On the second day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.On the third day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Three French hens,
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    On the fourth day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Four calling birds,
    Three French hens,
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    On the fifth day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Five gold rings,
    Four calling birds,
    Three French hens,
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    On the sixth day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Six geese a-laying,
    Five gold rings,
    Four calling birds,
    Three French hens,
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    On the seventh day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Seven swans a-swimming,
    Six geese a-laying,
    Five gold rings,
    Four calling birds,
    Three French hens,
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    On the eighth day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Eight maids a-milking,
    Seven swans a-swimming,
    Six geese a-laying,
    Five gold rings,
    Four calling birds,
    Three French hens,
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    On the ninth day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Nine drummers drumming,
    Eight maids a-milking,
    Seven swans a-swimming,
    Six geese a-laying,
    Five gold rings,
    Four calling birds,
    Three French hens,
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    On the tenth day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Ten pipers piping,
    Nine drummers drumming,
    Eight maids a-milking,
    Seven swans a-swimming,
    Six geese a-laying,
    Five gold rings,
    Four calling birds,
    Three French hens,
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    On the eleventh day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Eleven ladies dancing,
    Ten pipers piping,
    Nine drummers drumming,
    Eight maids a-milking,
    Seven swans a-swimming,
    Six geese a-laying,
    Five gold rings,
    Four calling birds,
    Three French hens,
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    On the twelfth day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Twelve fiddlers fiddling,
    Eleven ladies dancing,
    Ten pipers piping,
    Nine drummers drumming,
    Eight maids a-milking,
    Seven swans a-swimming,
    Six geese a-laying,
    Five gold rings,
    Four calling birds,
    Three French hens,
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    By Anonymous

    Read source at : http://poetry.about.com/od/poemsbytitlet/l/bl12daysofchristmas.htm

  3. Christmas is a Time – for SharingOld stories passed down through the years
    “what grandpa did one Christmas eve”
    Had you laughing through your tearsChristmas is a time – for caring
    About your family, neighbours and friends
    Lending a hand to others in need
    before the season endsChristmas is a time – for giving
    Presents that came from your heart
    Watching the children, hearing their laughter
    As the packages are torn apart

    Christmas is a time – for peace
    When soldiers lay aside their guns
    And raise a glass to peace and good will
    To every father and every son

    Christmas is a time – for remembering
    Family not with us on Christmas morn
    And why people everywhere celebrate
    The night our saviour was born

    By Barbara Laughlin

    Read source at : http://www.christmas-time.com/christmasforsharing.htm

  4. “Christmas in 1875”No trumpet-blast profaned
    The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born;
    No bloody streamlet stained
    Earth’s silver rivers on that sacred morn;
    But, o’er the peaceful plain,
    The war-horse drew the peasant’s loaded wain.The soldier had laid by
    The sword and stripped the corselet from his breast,
    And hung his helm on high–
    The sparrow’s winter home and summer nest;
    And, with the same strong hand
    That flung the barbed spear, he tilled the land.Oh, time for which we yearn;
    Oh, sabbath of the nations long foretold!
    Season of peace, return,
    Like a late summer when the year grows old,
    When the sweet sunny days
    Steeped mead and mountain-side in golden haze.

    For now two rival kings
    Flaunt, o’er our bleeding land, their hostile flags,
    And every sunrise brings
    The hovering vulture from his mountain-crags
    To where the battle-plain
    Is strewn with dead, the youth and flower of Spain.

    Christ is not come, while yet
    O’er half the earth the threat of battle lowers,
    And our own fields are wet,
    Beneath the battle-cloud, with crimson showers–
    The life-blood of the slain,
    Poured out where thousands die that one may reign.

    Soon, over half the earth,
    In every temple crowds shall kneel again
    To celebrate His birth
    Who brought the message of good-will to men,
    And bursts of joyous song
    Shall shake the roof above the prostrate throng.

    Christ is not come, while there
    The men of blood whose crimes affront the skies
    Kneel down in act of prayer,
    Amid the joyous strains, and when they rise
    Go forth, with sword and flame,
    To waste the land in His most holy name.

    Oh, when the day shall break
    O’er realms unlearned in warfare’s cruel arts,
    And all their millions wake
    To peaceful tasks performed with loving hearts,
    On such a blessed morn,
    Well may the nations say that Christ is born.

    By William Cullen Bryant

    Read source at : http://www.accuracyproject.org/t-ChristmasPoems.html

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