’t was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my...
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D'un seul malheur se peult lamenter celle
En qui tout l'heur des astres est compris
C'est (ô Clement) que tu ne fuz espris
Premier que moy de sa vive estincelle.
Son nom cogneu par ta veine immortelle,
Qui les vieux passe, et les nouveaux espritz,
Apres mil ans seroit en plus grand pris
Et la rendroit le temps tousjours plus belle.
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