Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Emily Dickinson, William Butler Yeats

The Greatest Christmas Poems & Carols in One Volume (Illustrated)

Silent Night, The Three Kings, Old Santa Claus, Angels from the Realms of Glory, Saint Nicholas

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The Three Kings (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Christmas Bells (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Christmas At Sea (Robert Louis Stevenson)
Angels from the Realms of Glory (James Montgomery)
Christmas in the Olden Time (Sir Walter Scott)
Marmion: A Christmas Poem (Sir Walter Scott)
Old Santa Claus (Clement Clarke Moore)
The Twelve Days of Christmas
Minstrels (William Wordsworth)
Ring Out, Wild Bells (Alfred Lord Tennyson)
Christmas In India (Rudyard Kipling)
Hymn On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity (John Milton)
A Christmas Carol (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
The Oxen (Thomas Hardy)
A Christmas Ghost Story (Thomas Hardy)
The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (Emily Dickinson)
'Twas just this time, last year, I died (Emily Dickinson)
The Magi (William Butler Yeats)
The Mahogany Tree (William Makepeace Thackeray)
A Bell (Clinton Scollard)
Christmas Carol (Sara Teasdale)
The Mystic’s Christmas (John Greenleaf Whittier)
Christmas Cheer (Thomas Tusser)
Noel: Christmas Eve 1913 (Robert Seymour Bridges)
The Holly and the Ivy
Adam lay ybounden
Christmas Day (Charles Kingsley)
Christmas Fancies (Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
Twas jolly, jolly Wat (C. W. Stubbs)
A Tale Of Christmas Eve (William Topaz McGonagall)
Jest 'Fore Christmas (Eugene Field)
A Christmas Folksong (Paul Laurence Dunbar)
As with Gladness Men of Old (William Chatterton Dix)
Nativity a Christmas (John Donne)
Boar's Head Carol
Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus (Charles Wesley)
Coventry Carol
Here We Come A-wassailing
Silent Night

The Three Kings

(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

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Three Kings came riding from far away,

Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;

Three Wise Men out of the East were they,

And they travelled by night and they slept by day,

For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.


The star was so beautiful, large, and clear,

That all the other stars of the sky

Became a white mist in the atmosphere,

And by this they knew that the coming was near

Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.


Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,

Three caskets of gold with golden keys;

Their robes were of crimson silk with rows

Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows,

Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees.


And so the Three Kings rode into the West,

Through the dusk of night, over hill and dell,

And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast

And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,

With the people they met at some wayside well.


"Of the child that is born," said Baltasar,

"Good people, I pray you, tell us the news;

For we in the East have seen his star,

And have ridden fast, and have ridden far,

To find and worship the King of the Jews."


And the people answered, "You ask in vain;

We know of no king but Herod the Great!"

They thought the Wise Men were men insane,

As they spurred their horses across the plain,

Like riders in haste, and who cannot wait.


And when they came to Jerusalem,

Herod the Great, who had heard this thing,

Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them;

And said, "Go down unto Bethlehem,

And bring me tidings of this new king."


So they rode away; and the star stood still,

The only one in the gray of morn

Yes, it stopped, it stood still of its own free will,

Right over Bethlehem on the hill,

The city of David where Christ was born.


And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard,

Through the silent street, till their horses turned

And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard;

But the windows were closed, and the doors were barred,

And only a light in the stable burned.


And cradled there in the scented hay,

In the air made sweet by the breath of kine,

The little child in the manger lay,

The child, that would be king one day

Of a kingdom not human but divine.


His mother Mary of Nazareth

Sat watching beside his place of rest,

Watching the even flow of his breath,

For the joy of life and the terror of death

Were mingled together in her breast.


They laid their offerings at his feet:

The gold was their tribute to a King,

The frankincense, with its odor sweet,

Was for the Priest, the Paraclete,

The myrrh for the body's burying.


And the mother wondered and bowed her head,

And sat as still as a statue of stone;

Her heart was troubled yet comforted,

Remembering what the Angel had said

Of an endless reign and of David's throne.


Then the Kings rode out of the city gate,

With a clatter of hoofs in proud array;

But they went not back to Herod the Great,

For they knew his malice and feared his hate,

And returned to their homes by another way.

Silent Night

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Silent night, holy night,

all is calm, all is bright

round yon virgin mother and child.

Holy infant, so tender and mild,

sleep in heavenly peace,

sleep in heavenly peace.


Silent night, holy night,

shepherds quake at the sight;

glories stream from heaven afar,

heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!

Christ the Savior is born,

Christ the Savior is born!


Silent night, holy night,

Son of God, love's pure light;

radiant beams from thy holy face

with the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord, at thy birth,

Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.


Silent night, holy night,

wondrous star, lend thy light;

with the angels let us sing,

Alleluia to our King;

Christ the Savior is born,

Christ the Savior is born!

Christmas Bells

(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

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