Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . Ai A. Gillians dead, God rest licr bier, How I loved her twenty years syne !Marians married, but I sit hereAlone and merry at Forty Year, Dipping my nose in the Gascon wine. The Mahogany Tree is a wild Christmas song, full of goodfellowship, and yet the mirth is thoughtful. The present Christmasreminds the poet of past Christmascs ; beyond the bright lightsthere is a gloom. THE MAHOGANY TREE. Christmas is here ;Winds whistle shrill,ley and chill,Little care w
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . Ai A. Gillians dead, God rest licr bier, How I loved her twenty years syne !Marians married, but I sit hereAlone and merry at Forty Year, Dipping my nose in the Gascon wine. The Mahogany Tree is a wild Christmas song, full of goodfellowship, and yet the mirth is thoughtful. The present Christmasreminds the poet of past Christmascs ; beyond the bright lightsthere is a gloom. THE MAHOGANY TREE. Christmas is here ;Winds whistle shrill,ley and chill,Little care we :Little wc fear\Veather without,Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree. Once on the boughs,Birds of rare plumeSang, in its bloom ;Night-birds are we :Here we , like them,Perched round the stemOf the jolly old tree. Here let us sport,Boys, as wc sit ;Laughter and witFlashing so is but short—When we are gone,Let them sing onRound the old tree. 221
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