Eleanor Farjeon

Quotes

• “It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.”
• “In Arcady there lies a crystal spring Ring'd all about with green melodious reeds Swaying seal'd music up and down the wind. Here on its time-defaced pedestal The image of a half-forgotten God Crumbles to its complete oblivion.”
• “O evanescent temples built of man To deities he honoured and dethroned! Earth shoots a trail of her eternal vine To crown the head that men have ceased to honour. Beneath the coronal of leaf and lichen The mocking smile upon the lips derides Pan's lost dominion; but the pointed ears Are keen and prick'd with old remember'd sounds. All my breast aches with longing for the past! Thou God of stone, I have a craving in me For knowledge of thee as thou wert in old Enchanted twilights in Arcadia.”
• “Of troubles know I none, Of pleasures know I many — I rove beneath the sun Without a single penny.”
• “Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb And lay one flower-capped spray in grace Without the asking on your cold Unsmiling and unfrowning face.”
• “Upon your shattered ruins where This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble.”

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Key facts

Born

Eleanor Farjeon , ( 1881-02-13 ) 13 February 1881, Strand, London , England

Died

5 June 1965 (1965-06-05) (aged 84), Hampstead , London, England

Pen name

Tomfool, Merry Andrew, Chimaera

Period

1908–58

Genre

Children literature

Notable works

Morning Has Broken

Notable awards

Carnegie Medal , 1955 , Hans Christian Andersen Award , 1956 , Regina Medal , 1956

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Wikidata facts

Image

Eleanor Farjeon (Элеанор Фарджон).jpg

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