SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry.... Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages ... - Seite 63 von Percy Society - 1841 Vollansicht -
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