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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHRISTMAS EVE, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "on christmas eve I turned the spit / I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet" Last Line: The pot began to play with the ladle | |||
ON Christmas Eve I turned the spit, I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet; The little cock sparrow flew over the table, The pot began to play with the ladle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest..."'TIS MIDNIGHT, AND THE SETTING SUN" by ANONYMOUS "'TWAS ROLLOG, AND THE MINIM POTES" by ANONYMOUS 1648 : FOR COSSACKS by ANONYMOUS A CHERRY YEAR / A MERRY YEAR by ANONYMOUS A COMET FROM THE RHYMERS' CLUB AFAR by ANONYMOUS "A FOX, A FOX, UP GALLANTS TO THE FIELDS" by ANONYMOUS A HORSE AND A FLEA AND THREE BLIND MICE by ANONYMOUS "A LAIRD, A LORD / A COOPER, A THIEF" by ANONYMOUS A LITTLE COCK SPARROW SAT ON A GREEN TREE by ANONYMOUS |
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