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The Holly-Tree
Robert Southey
O reader! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly-tree? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an Intelligence so w...Rate it:

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Green Groweth the Holly
King of England
1 Green groweth the holly, 2 So doth the ivy. 3 Though winter blasts blow never so high, 4 Green groweth the holly. 5 As ...Rate it:

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Give Me Holly
Christina Georgina Rossetti
But give me holly, bold and jolly, Honest, prickly, shining holly; Pluck me holly leaf and berry For the day when I make merry Rate it:

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Sea Holly
Conrad Potter Aiken
Begotten by the meeting of rock with rock, The mating of rock and rock, rocks gnashing together; Created so, and yet forgetful, walks The seawar...Rate it:

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Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
William Shakespeare
rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most freindship if feigning, most loving mRate it:

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A Rose Has Thorns As Well As Honey
Christina Georgina Rossetti
poppy-juice would drive me mad: - But give me holly, bold and jolly, Honest, prickly, shining holRate it:

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Love and Friendship
Emily Jane Brontë
is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree -- The holly is dark when the rose-briaRate it:

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CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMAS EVE
Robert Herrick
and bays, Down with the misletoe; Instead of holly, now up-raise The greener box, for show. The hoRate it:

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Christmas
John Clare
will dry its tears in mirth And crown him wi' a holly bough Tho tramping 'neath a winters sky O'er Rate it:

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Christmas Fancies
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
roused to Christmas mirth. When hanging up the holly or mistletoe, I wis Each heart recalls some fRate it:

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Christmass
John Clare
will dry its tears in mirth And crown him wi a holly bough Tho tramping neath a winters sky Oer snoRate it:

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In Arthur's House
William Morris
whose feet grew a tangled wood Of oak and holly nowise good: But therethrough with some pain indeedRate it:

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Sassoor, in the Deccan
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
our ancient hall, Bound with wreaths of shining holly, Brave winter’s coronal. And above each rRate it:

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The Abbot Of Innisfallen
William Allingham
singing, and O but it sung sweet! It sung upon a holly-bush, this little snow-white bird; A song soRate it:

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The Idiot Boy
William Wordsworth
is no need of whip or wand; For Johnny has his holly-bough, And with a 'hurly-burly' now He shakRate it:

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The Shepheardes Calender: August
Edmund Spenser
were for a king. Perigot. T fell vpon a holly eue, Willye. hey ho hollidaye, Per. When holly faRate it:

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A Christmas Carol
George Wither
with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round Rate it:

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Autumn
Thomas Hood
long gloomy Winter through In the smooth holly's green eternity. The squirrel gloats on hRate it:

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A Captive Throstle
Alfred Austin
pod on tree, Stripped be the hawthorn, bare the holly, And all the boughs drip melancholy; And you Rate it:

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A Christmas Carol, Sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall
Robert Herrick
we will give Him; and bequeath This Holly and this Ivy Wreath, To do Him honor; who's our King, Rate it:

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A Dorset Idyl
Francis Turner Palgrave
the robin, shrill and sweet, Pipes from green holly; whilst from far The rookery croaks reply, HoarRate it:

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A Florilegium
Alfred Austin
purple sloes, Rubies that were once the rose, Holly-berries warm in snow, Amber-beaded misletoe, EvRate it:

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A NEW YEAR'S GIFT,SENT TO SIR SIMEON STEWARD
Robert Herrick
but here a jolly Verse crown'd with ivy and with holly; That tells of winter's tales and mirth ThatRate it:

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Adieu to Belshanny
William Allingham
sloping fields, the lofty rocks, where ash and holly grow, The one split yew-tree gazing on the cuRate it:

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After Paul Verlaine-III
Ernest Christopher Dowson
lamentable flight from thee. I am so tired of holly-sprays And weary of the bright box-tree, Of aRate it:

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