 | Matthew Arnold - 1882 - 524 ページ
...all had been approved. A CHRISTMAS CAROL. So now is come our joyfulst ieast ; Let every man be joily, Each room with ivy leaves is drest And every post...cup of wine, And let us all be merry. * * * * # Now every lad is wondrous trim, And no man minds his labour; Our lasses have provided them A bag-pipe and... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1882 - 906 ページ
...For auld lang syne, We 'U tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang xyne ! ROBXRT BURNS. (Cljustmns. So now is come our joyful'st feast ; Let every man be jolly ; Each room with ivy-leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine. Round your... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1882 - 712 ページ
...window, and colouring up, raj: off with an air of roguish affected confusion. THE CHRISTMAS DINNER. Lo, now is come our joyful'st feast ! Let every man be jolly. Each roome with yvie leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Now all our neighbour»' chimneys smoke,... | |
 | Frederick Langbridge - 1883 - 438 ページ
...Rome. (Longmans and Co.) [By kind permission of the publishers.] CHRISTMAS IN THE REIGN OF JAMES I. So now is come our joyful'st feast ; Let every man...wine, And let us all be merry. Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with baked meat choke, And all... | |
 | 1905 - 650 ページ
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 | Henry George Bohn - 1883 - 782 ページ
...662 //. H. Boyesen : Earl Sigurd's Christmas Eve. Lo ! now is come our joyful'st feast! Let every mau be jolly. Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Now all our neighbors' chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with bak't... | |
 | Abby Sage Richardson - 1884 - 498 ページ
...have sucn a spirited ring, and give such a vivid picture of a jovial English Christmas tide: " Lo, now is come our joyful'st feast, Let every man be...jolly; Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every part with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine. Around your foreheads garlands twine, Drown... | |
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SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry.... 
