Poems Archives - Page 8 of 10 - Christmas Magazine

On Christmas Eve the bells were rung

Sir Walter Scott in Marmion (1771-1832) On Christmas Eve the bells were rung; On Christmas Eve the mass was sung;

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said

Janice Canerdy It’s time to get the tinsel down and put the Christmas wreaths away. Bright decorations I so

Robert William Service (1874-1958) My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And

Maureen Cannon The little room grows warmer, full of lightSomehow, although the deep December darkSits just beyond the window, and

Claude McKay (1889-1948) I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in

Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light;

Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) The Snow that never drifts — The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year