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- Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
In "Once Upon a Time, and Other Child-Verses," Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman crafts a whimsical collection of verses that captures the enchantment and innocence of childhood. These poems, resonant with vivid imagery and gentle rhythm, reflect Freeman's mastery of the lyric form while immersing readers in the fantastical world of children's imagination. Drawing upon folkloric themes and the pastoral simplicity of rural New England, Freeman employs a style that is both accessible and lyrical, skillfully balancing playful language with profound emotional undertones, thereby encouraging readers to explore the complex emotional landscape experienced through the eyes of a child. Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman, a prominent figure in late 19th-century American literature, often drew inspiration from her own experiences growing up in a small town. The daughter of a clergyman, her intimate understanding of the nuances of domestic life and the struggles of women in rural America heavily influenced her work. Through her poetry, Freeman seeks to validate the emotional experiences of children and highlight their often-overlooked perspectives, cementing her role as a pioneer in children's literature. This collection is highly recommended for readers who cherish the nostalgia of childhood and seek to reconnect with the simplicity and wonder of youth. Freeman'Äôs thoughtful verses serve not only as a charming read for children but also as a reflection for adults on the joys and sorrows of growing up. This timeless work is sure to resonate with anyone who appreciates the profound beauty found in the world of a child's imagination.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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Once Upon a Time, and Other Child-Verses
Table of Contents
Original
PREFACE
TRUSTING to the sweet charity of little folk
To find some grace, in spite of halting rhyme
And frequent telling, in these little tales,
I say again:—Now, once upon a time!
Original
ONCE UPON A TIME
NOW, once upon a time, a nest of fairies
Was in a meadow 'neath a wild rose-
tree;
And, once upon a time, the violets clustered
So thick around it one could scarcely see;
And, once upon a time, a troop of children
Came dancing by upon the flowery ground;
And, once upon a time, the nest of fairies,
With shouts of joy and wonderment they
found;
And, once upon a time, the fairies fluttered
On purple winglets, shimmering in the sun;
And, once upon a time, the nest forsaking,
They flew off thro' the violets, every one;
And, once upon a time, the children followed
With loud halloos along the meadow green;
And, once upon a time, the fairies vanished,
And never more could one of them be seen;
And, once upon a time, the children sought
them
For many a day, but fruitless was their quest,
For, once upon a time, amid the violets,
They only found the fairies' empty nest.
THE SICK FAIRY.
BREW some tea o' cowslips, make some
poppy-gruel,
Serve it in a buttercup—ah, 'tis very cruel,
That she is so ailing, pretty Violetta!
Locust, stop your violin, till she's feeling better.
THE ENCHANTED TALE OF BANBURY CROSS.
"Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old woman jump on a white horse;
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall make music wherever she goes."
—Old Nursery Rhyme.
PRAY show the way to Banbury Cross,"
Silver bells are ringing ;
"To find the place I'm at a loss,"
Silver bells are ringing.
"Pass six tall hollyhocks red and white;
Then, turn the corner toward the right,
Pass four white roses; turn once more,
Go by a bed of gilly-flower,
And one of primrose; turn again
Where, glittering with silver rain,
There is a violet-bank; then pass
A meadow green with velvet grass,
Original
Where lovely lights and shadows play,
And white lambs frolic all the day,
Where blooming trees their branches toss—-
Then will you come to Banbury Cross."
The white horse arched his slender neck,
Silver bells are ringing;
Snow-white he was without a speck,
Silver bells are ringing.
An old wife held his bridle-rein,
(The king was there with all his train),
Her gray hair fluttered in the wind,
Her gaze turned inward on her mind;
And not one face seemed she to see
In all that goodly company.
Gems sparkled on her withered hands;
Her ankles gleamed with silver bands
On which sweet silver bells were hung,
And always, when she stirred, they rung.
The white horse waited for the start,
Silver bells are ringing;
Before him leapt his fiery heart,
Silver bells are ringing.
Up on his back the old wife sprung,
Her silver bells, how sweet
they rung!
She gave her milk-white
steed the rein,
And round they swept,
and round again.
A merry sight it was
to see,
And the silver bells
The Old Wife.
rang lustily.
The gallant horse with gold was shod;
So fleetly leapt he o'er the sod,
He passed the king before he knew,
And past his flying shadow flew.
A pretty sight it was, forsooth,
Silver bells are ringing;
For dame and children, maid and youth,
Silver bells are ringing.
The princess laughed out with delight,
And clapped her hands, so lily-white—
The darling princess, sweet was she
As any flowering hawthorn-tree.
She stood beside her sire, the king,
And heard the silvery music ring,
And watched the white horse, o'er the
Sweep round, and round, and round again
Until the old wife slacked his pace
Before the princess' wondering face,
Then snatched her up before they knew,
Silver bells are ringing;
And with her from their vision flew,
Silver bells are ringing.
The nobles to their saddles spring
And follow, headed by the king!
But, when they reach it, it is gone
The white dew falls, the sun is set,
And no trace of the princess yet.
They gallop over meadows green;
They leap the bars that lie between;
Original
Thro' the cool woodland ride they now,
'Neath rustling branches, bending low;
The silver music draws them
Along the beams of moonlight pale,
Silver bells are ringing;
In violet shadows in the vale,
Silver bells are ringing.
