To its ears came the ring of the laughter and the shouts of King Hrothgar's revellers, and the sweet song of the Gleemen and the melody of harps filled it with fierce hatred.
"A Book of Myths"
Jean Lang
In the hall, the serf and vassal Held, that night their Christmas wassail; Many a carol, old and saintly, Sang the minstrels and the waits; And so loud these Saxon Gleemen Sang to slaves the songs of freemen, That the storm was heard but faintly, Knocking at the castle-gates.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the Gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow