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Eleanor Farjeon
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“The night will slip away / Like sorrow or a tune.”
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“They who go in terror, friend, / Lose the lives they never spend.”
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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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“Ecstasy cannot be constant, or it would kill.”
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“It seems to me there are no rules, only instances; but perhaps that is because I learned no rules, and am only an instance myself.”
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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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“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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“Once Upon a Time, / Once Upon a Time! / Everything that happened, happened / Once Upon a Time!”
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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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“Morning has broken / Like the first morning, / Blackbird has spoken / Like the first bird.”
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“Mine is the sunlight! / Mine is the morning ...”
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“Raise with elation, / Praise every morning / Spring's re-creation / Of the First Day!”
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“Upon an Easter Morning, / So early in the day, / The bird raised up his whistle / To tune the night away ...”
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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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“The train stands still / And the world runs by. / Yonder runs a tree / And a cloud in the sky.”
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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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“Here's November, / The year's sad daughter ...”
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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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“We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them ...”
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“The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year.”
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“Moon-Come-Out / And Sun-Go-In, / Here's a soft blanket / To cuddle your chin.”
Eleanor Farjeon, English poet, children's writer
(1881 - 1965)