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Christmas: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.— THOS. HAYNES BAYLY — The Mistletoe
Bough. 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.— BRYANT — Christmas in 1875.
For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake. C.— PHEBE CARY — Christmas.
O most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of Bethlehem!. With dazzling pomp descending angels sung Good will and peace to men, to God due praise, Who on the errand of salvation sent Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad'st all worlds.— ABRAHAM COLES — The Microcosm and
Other Poems. P. 118. We ring the bells and we raise the strain, We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic-and then we go Back to the same old lives again.— SUSAN COOLIDGE — Christmas.
How bless'd, how envied, were our life, Could we but scape the poulterer's knife! But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys, And Christmas shortens all our days: Sometimes with oysters we combine, Sometimes assist the savory chine; From the low peasant to the lord, The Turkey smokes on every board.— GAY — Fables. Pt. 1. Fable 39.
What babe new born is this that in a manger cries? Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly wings- This is the Lord of all the earth, this is the King of Kings.— R. W. GILDER — A Christmas Hymn. St. 4.
Hail to the King of Bethlehem, Who weareth in his diadem The yellow crocus for the gem Of his authority!— LONGFELLOW — Christus. Golden Legend. Pt. III.
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!— LONGFELLOW — Christmas Bells. St. 1.
Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn.— LONGFELLOW — By the Fireside. A Christmas Carol. St. 3.
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.— MILTON — Hymn. On the Morning of Christ's Nativity. St. 13.
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.— MILTON — Hymn. On the Morning of
Christ's Nativity. '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. MOORE — 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 lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas day.— D. M. MULOCK — A Christmas Carol. St. 2.
It is the Christmas time: And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth, In glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb.— D. M. MULOCK — A Hymn for Christmas
Morning. At Christmas-tide the open hand Scatters its bounty o'er sea and land, And none are left to grieve alone, For Love is heaven and claims its own.— MARGARET E. SANGSTER — The Christmas
Tide. 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. C. 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. Be merry all, be merry all, With holly dress the festive hall; Prepare the song, the feast, the ball, To welcome merry Christmas.— W. R. SPENCER — The Joys of Christmas.
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.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. XXVIII.
With trembling fingers did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth; A rainy cloud possess'd the earth, And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. XXX.
At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.— TUSSER — Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Ch. XII.
The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.— HENRY VAUGHAN — Christ's Nativity.
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 of glory to God and of good-will to man!— WHITTIER — A Christmas Carmen. St. 3.