Marmion . the visors made ;^(Jn(| But, oh! what maskers, richly dight,?^^;^^^«-^j(v^ Can boast of bosoms half so light!England was merry England, whenOld Christmas brought his sports was Christmas broached tbe mightiest aleT was Christmas told the merriest tale;A Christmas gambol oft could cheerThe poor mans heart through half the year. & Still linger, in our northern clime,Some remnants of the good old time ;And still, within our valleys here,We hold the kindred title dear,Even when, perchance, its far-fetched claiiTo Southron ear sounds empty name ;For course of blood, our proverbs d
Marmion . the visors made ;^(Jn(| But, oh! what maskers, richly dight,?^^;^^^«-^j(v^ Can boast of bosoms half so light!England was merry England, whenOld Christmas brought his sports was Christmas broached tbe mightiest aleT was Christmas told the merriest tale;A Christmas gambol oft could cheerThe poor mans heart through half the year. & Still linger, in our northern clime,Some remnants of the good old time ;And still, within our valleys here,We hold the kindred title dear,Even when, perchance, its far-fetched claiiTo Southron ear sounds empty name ;For course of blood, our proverbs warmer than the thus, my Christmas still I holdWhere my great-grandsire came of old,With amber beard, and flaxen hair,And reverend apostolic air —The feast and holy-tide to mix sobriety with wine,And honest mirth with thoughts divine :Small thought was his, in after timeEer to be hitched into a simple sire could only boast,That he was loyal to his cost;. CANTO SIXTH. 23E The banished race of kings revered,And lost his hd, — but kept his beard. In these dear halls, where welcome kindIs with fair liberty combined ;Where cordial friendship gives the flies constraint the magic wandOf the fair dame that rules the land,Little we heed the tempest music, mirth, and social on their wings the passing Mertouns halls are fair een not a leaf is on the loves them well, and turns again,As loath to leave the sweet domain,And holds his mirror to her face,And clips her with a close embrace : —Gladly as he, we seek the as reluctant turn us home. How just that, at this time of glee,My thoughts should, Heber, turn to thee!For many a merry hour we ve heard the chimes of midnights , then, my friend! a moment cease,And leave these classic tomes in peace !Of Roman and of Grecian mortal brain can hold no ancients, as Noll Bluff might say,
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