Clement Clarke Moore (15 July 1779 – 10 July 1863 / New York City, New York)
Quotations
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''Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), U.S. poet. A Visit from St. Nicholas (l. 32-34). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;'' -
''More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), U.S. poet. A Visit from St. Nicholas (l. 19-24). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"'' -
'''Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), U.S. poet. A Visit from St. Nicholas (l. 1-6). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.
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 sugarplums danced in their heads;'' -
''giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), U.S. poet. A Visit from St. Nicholas. . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."'' -
''He had a broad face and a little round belly,
Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), U.S. poet. A Visit from St. Nicholas (l. 43-45). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,''
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The Pig and the Rooster
On a warm sunny day, in the midst of July,
A lazy young pig lay stretched out in his sty,
Like some of his betters, most solemnly thinking
That the best things on earth are good eating and drinking.
At length, to get rid of the gnats and the flies,
He resolv'd, from his sweet meditations to rise;
And, to keep is skin pleasant, and pliant, and cool,
He plung'd him, forthwith, in the next muddy pool.
