Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal chee >>
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath sa >>
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'twas Christmas told the m >>
Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion >>
For the dead there are no more toils. >>
Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to >>
Is death the last step? No, it is the final awakening.