by Edgar Allan Poe Hear the sledges with the bells— Silver Bells!What a world of merriment their melody foretells!How they tinkle,tinkle,tinkle, In the icy air of night!While the stars that oversprinkleAll the heavens seem to twinkleWith a crystalline delight;Keeping time, time, time,In a sort of Runic rhyme,To the tintinnabulation that so musically wellsFrom the bells, [...]
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow When Christ was born in Bethlehem,‘Twas night, but seemed the noon of day;The stars, whose lightWas pure and bright,Shone with unwavering ray;But one, one glorious starGuided the Eastern Magi from afar. Then peace was spread throughout the land;The lion fed beside the tender lamb;And with the kid,To pasture led,The spotted leopard [...]