Eleanor Farjeon Short Quotes

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They who go in terror, friend,
Lose the lives they never spend.

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We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them.

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It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can't see.

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King's Cross!
What shall we do?
His Purple Robe
Is rent in two!

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It's no use crying over spilt evils. It's better to mop them up laughing.

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Raise with elation,
Praise every morning
Spring's re-creation
Of the First Day!

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Alas! why were we born to woe and bliss
If life had no more need of us than this?

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Praise with elation,
Praise every morning,
God's re-creation
Of the new day!

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From the blood of Medusa
Pegasus sprang.
His hoof of heaven
Like melody rang.

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The little White Chapel
Is ringing its bell
With a ring-a-ding-dong,
All day long

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I restore the primal line,
Stark and sturdy, frail and fine,
Of the Dryads in the sun.

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The train stands still
And the world runs by.
Yonder runs a tree
And a cloud in the sky.

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Once Upon a Time,
Once Upon a Time!
Everything that happened, happened
Once Upon a Time!

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Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.

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On Hallowe'en the old ghosts come about us, and they speak to some; to others they are dumb.

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Out upon you, Jerry! Jerry, you're a pity!
Jerry, turn about and plant a garden in the City!

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Sweet the rain's new fall,
Sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall
On the first grass.

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Upon an Easter Morning,
So early in the day,
The organ in the chancel
Sang both grand and gay.

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Cats sleep
Anywhere,
Any table,
Any chair,
Top of piano,
Window-ledge,
In the middle,
On the edge.

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Of troubles know I none,
Of pleasures know I many —
I rove beneath the sun
Without a single penny.

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The forest's afire!
The forest's afire!
The maple is burning,
The sycamore's turning
The beech is alight!

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My harp and I a-wandering
Went over Snowdon Mountain,
From Anglesey to Swansea Bay
It sang like any fountain.

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The folks who their potatoes buy
From sacks before they sup,
Miss half of the potato's joy
And that's to dig it up.

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In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleet
They barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet!

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Once she kissed me with a jest,
Once with a tear —
O where's the heart was in my breast,
And the ring was in my ear?

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