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A Christmas Carol (Poem) · Ririro.com - Poetry

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  Speaker 1: A Christmas Carol. I care not for spring on its
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  Speaker 1: fickle wing. Let the blossoms and buds be borne. He
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  Speaker 1: woos them a main with his treacherous rain, and he
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  Speaker 1: scatters them ere the morn, and in constant elf. He
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  Speaker 1: knows not himself nor his own changing mind. An hour
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  Speaker 1: he'll smile in your face, and with wry grimace he'll
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  Speaker 1: wither your youngest flower. Let the summer sun to his
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  Speaker 1: bright home run. He shall never be sought by me.
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  Speaker 1: When he's dimmed by a cloud. I can laugh aloud
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  Speaker 1: and care not how sulky he be, for his darling child.
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  Speaker 1: Is the madness wild that sports in fierce fevers train,
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  Speaker 1: And when love is too strong, it don't last long,
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  Speaker 1: as many have found to their pain. A mild harvest night,
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  Speaker 1: by the tranquil light of the maddest and gentle moon
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  Speaker 1: has a far sweeter sheen for me, I ween than
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  Speaker 1: the broad and unblushing noon. But every leaf awakens my
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  Speaker 1: grief as it lieth beneath the tree. So let autumn
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  Speaker 1: air be ever so fair. It by no means agrees
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  Speaker 1: with me. But my song I troll out for Christmas.
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  Speaker 1: Stout the hardy, the true and the bold a bumper
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  Speaker 1: I drain, and with might and main give three cheers,
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  Speaker 1: for this Christmas Old will usher him in with a
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  Speaker 1: merry din that shall gladden his joyous heart, and will
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  Speaker 1: keep him up while there's bite or sup and in
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  Speaker 1: fellowship good will part in his fine, honest pride. He
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  Speaker 1: scorns to hide one jot of his hard weather scars.
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  Speaker 1: They're no disgrace, for there's much the same on the
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  Speaker 1: cheeks of our bravest tars. Then again, then I sing
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  Speaker 1: till the roof doth ring, and it echoes from wall
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  Speaker 1: to wall to the stout, old, white fair welcome tonight
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  Speaker 1: as the king of the seasons. All