She spread a feast, for scores at least, With nuts and carrot bonbons. Nothing good ever comes of brooms that sprout up legs. Written in 1915 these quaint fairy stories are sure to delight young and old alike as they show us the daily lives and activities of the wee folk. ~William Shakespeare Deaf folk hear the fairies However soft their song; 'Tis we who lose the honey sound Amid the clamor all around That beats the whole day long. I wonder if she see two worlds. He wrote of farms, fields and brooks, And carefree childhood days. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons.
She hung a tree for all to see With frosty chains and ponpons. It is a secret, no one is telling. For fairy work, And fairy play. ~Tori Amos And though you should live in a palace of gold, or sleep in a dried up ditch, You could never be as poor as the fairies are, and never as rich. Cozy, happy and content, They alternate work and play, Until the Ides of March blow in, Sending Winter on his way. Add a sentiment or two, A thoughtful wish or line, A touch of stardust, a sunshine ray. Lark, in the sky above, Say, do you know? With Snowdrops and Bluebells enchantments and spells sandcastles decorated with pink and white shell A gingerbread house a white chocolate mouse and a black ugly witch made entirely of licorice! Secret mazes through Towering fronds, That lead to vaults, Of fairy wands! You can even take some home.
And then you know I'd make it sew, And curtsey with its knees! Then take a pinch of fairy dust, And sprinkle it around. And the re they stick, on the bridge of his nose And over his small cheeks sown So that all who see may for ever know That he is Pennybright's own. ~Robert Bird Are those the magic fairy wands glistening on the tree or only winter icicles that I see? Oh, so many enchanting things to see! The fairies will take notice, And at the end of day. I wish I knew if I could give him some of my morphine to ease his suffering. I wish we could love as the bees love, To rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh; With laughter, when, after the wooer had won, Love flew with a whispered good-bye.
And then I'll take you on my knee, And tell you a tale of the things that be. ~Author Unknown It's easy to believe in magic when you're young. O spite of spites, We talk with goblins, owls, and sprites! And frolic again 'neath the apple trees, In the orchard where they dwell. Believe in the wonder, The stars and the moon. ~James Matthew Barrie, Peter Pan Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place.
If you are seeking ideas and inspiration for family fun, mealtime, travel, or fun things to do in Florida, you will find it here. I'll make your cheeks all round and red, If you'll keep smiling and go early to bed. Have fun xxxx Poetry for Life? ~ Author unknown Believe in the Fairies Who make dreams come true. I am past the thickets of human definition that rise from the soft ground around me, like pencils, whose green ends pitch and swing in the wind as they write what happens next. Guarding every flower and vine, Each trusting herb at rest. She flinched at their gaze.
Then I would make such clever things And quite confounding, too. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. And some have mounds of bouncing bet And puffs of clover tipped with dew. And if you watch all nature's things, you might just see a fairy's wing. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl. Illustrations ©1998 by Richard Hull. So listen, touch, and look around in the air and on the ground.
He wrote of love and death and loss, And a wee one's winning ways. William Butler Yeats The Land of Heart's Desire. If you believe with all your might She'll make your dreams come true. I was going to make grapevine wreaths for everyone but can't buy the supplies. The silent, soft and humble heart, In the violet's hidden sweetness breathes, And the tender soul that cannot part, In a twine of evergreen fondly wreathes.
They're made of finest satin And rimmed with yellow lace, That the fairies hung The leaves among In this secluded place. Nothing can be truer than fairy wisdom. ~Author Unknown The Realm of Fairy is a strange shadow land, lying just beyond the fields we know. For tomorrow's token The Ladies of Lopper Not a fairy poem, but sure to tickle your funny bone! ~Samuel Lover The fairies went from the world, dear, Because men's hearts grew cold: And only the eyes of children see What is hidden from the old. I wonder where the fairies live and do they know what fun they give to little girls and boys that see beneath the weeping willow tree? Just outside the city line, There's such splendor to behold. ~Ida Rentoul Outhwaite We call them faerie.
The book begins with an introduction by Stephen W. Electricity and elves were both infinitely mysterious and equally possible — elves probably more so. Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. Watching over dormant roots, And baby seeds - asleep. Used copies are still available through various sites on the Internet.