Рождество - стихи на английском языке детские. Christmas poems and carols.
I am Christmas, and now I go my way.
Here have I dwelt with more or less,
From Hallow-tide till Candlemas,
And now must I from you hence pass,
Now have good day.
Kolyada has arrived,
On the Eve of the Nativity,
Holy Kolyada
Through all the courts, in all the alleys.
We found Kolyada
In Peter's Court.
Round Peter's Court there is an iron fence,
In the midst of the court there are three
rooms,
In the first room is the bright Moon,
In the second room the red Sun,
And in the third room, the many stars.
A blissful bird, a blossom bright,
That morning made and mirth among:
A maiden mother meek and mild
In cradle keep a simple child
That softly slept; she sat and sang:
"Lullay, lulla, balow,
My babe, sleep softly now."
And if for cold it hap to die,
We'll bury it in Christmas pie,
And evermore be merry!
A soft wind blows and meadowlarks play
The pine covered hillside wild creatures reside
A season of growth as you reach for the sky.
Through long summer days you sit parched and brown
Your needles fall softly and cover the ground
The struggle so mighty the rewards seem so few
But from such despair a strong pine tree grew.
Now the days they grow short there’s a chill in the air
Changes are coming a fate we all share
The birds now seek cover in your boughs lush and green
Autumn winds are upon you it’s now time to dream.
You wear a white mantle as snow covers the ground
The song of the saw and soon you fall down
Was the struggle in vain for a seedling to grow
You’ll soon bask in splendor your purpose to know.
To be lifted once more in a glorious light
The spirit of Christmas you embody tonight
Decked out in splendor your time has now come
To herald the birth of God’s loving son.
Stir-about, stir-about, stir-about!
Next the good white flour comes,
Stir-about, stir-about, stir about!
Sugar and peel and eggs and spice,
Stir-about, stir-about, stir-about!
Mix them and fix them and cook them twice,
Stir-about, stir-about, stir-about!
getting fat,
Please to put a penny in an Old
man's hat;
If you haven't got a penny, a
ha'penny will do,
If you haven't got a ha'penny,
God bless you.
And all the bells on earth did ring,
For joy that our Saviour He was born
On Christmas Day in the morning.
Now both are full well grown.
Of all the trees are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day,
And all the angels in heaven shall sing,
On Christmas Day in the morning.
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bobtail ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing
A sleighing song tonight!
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way.
Oh! what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way;
Oh! what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon, Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side,
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot
He got into a drifted bank
And then we got upset.
A day or two ago,
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow,
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open sleigh,
He laughed as there I sprawling lie,
But quickly drove away.
Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
and sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bobtailed bay
Two forty as his speed
Hitch him to an open sleigh
And crack! you'll take the lead.
And then restore the heathen ways.
Green will remind you of the spring,
Though this great day denies the thing.
And mortifies the earth and all
But your wild revels, and loose hall.
Could you wear flowers, and roses strow
Blushing upon your breasts' warm snow,
That very dress your lightness will
Rebuke, and wither at the ill.
The brightness of this day we owe
Not unto music, masque, nor show:
Nor gallant furniture, nor plate;
But to the manger's mean estate.
His life while here, as well as birth,
Was but a check to pomp and mirth;
And all man's greatness you may see
Condemned by His humility.
Then leave your open house and noise,
To welcome Him with holy joys,
And the poor shepherd's watchfulness:
Whom light and hymns from heaven did bless.
What you abound with, cast abroad
To those that want, and ease your load.
Who empties thus, will bring more in;
But riot is both loss and sin.
Dress finely what comes not in sight,
And then you keep your Christmas right.
"Now they are all on their knees,"
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,
"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so’
And slower and more slow the long hours crawl;
It seems as though today
Would never pass away;
The clock ticks slowly, s-low-ly in the hall.
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till, ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The Carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And in despair I bowed my head;
‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said;
‘For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!
It is the birth-day of thy King.
Awake! awake!
The Sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
Awake, awake! hark how th' wood rings;
Winds whisper, and the busy springs
A concert make;
Awake! awake!
Man is their high-priest, and should rise
To offer up the sacrifice.
I would I were some bird, or star,
Flutt'ring in woods, or lifted far
Above this inn
And road of sin!
Then either star or bird should be
Shining or singing still to thee.
I would I had in my best part
Fit rooms for thee! or that my heart
Were so clean as
Thy manger was!
But I am all filth, and obscene;
Yet, if thou wilt, thou canst make clean.
Sweet Jesu! will then. Let no more
This leper haunt and soil thy door!
Cure him, ease him,
O release him!
And let once more, by mystic birth,
The Lord of life be born in earth.
With holly branches brave and tall,
With sturdy pine and hemlock bright
And in the Yule log's dancing light
We tell old tales of field and fight
At Christmas time.
At Christmas time we pile the board
With flesh and fruit and vintage stored,
And mid the laughter and the glow
We tread a measure soft and slow,
And kiss beneath the mistletoe
At Christmas time.
This night of all the year,
And light ye up your candles:
His star is shining near.
Ushered in with a rain of plums,
Hollies in the windows greet him,
Schools come driving post to meet him,
Gifts precede him bells proclaim him.
Tissues, or tabbies manifold:
One only lock of that sweet hay
Whereon the blessed Baby lay,
Or one poor swaddling-clout, shall be
The richest New-year's gift to me
Their saving health is come; for Christ is born.
Hark, what a heavenly choir of angels sing
Sweet carols at the birth of this new king.