Rose Fyleman
Rose Fyleman Poems
A FAIRY went a-marketing
She bought a little fish;
She put it in a crystal bowl
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I STOOD against the window
And looked between the bars,
And there were strings of fairies
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The best game the fairies play,
The best game of all,
Is sliding down steeples—
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THERE are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
It's not so very, very far away;
You pass the gardner's shed and you just keep straight ahead -
I do so hope they've really come to stay.
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I WISH I liked rice pudding,
I wish I were a twin,
I wish some day a real live fairy
Would just come walking in.
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I STOOD against the window
And looked between the bars,
And there were strings of fairies
...
HE always comes on market days,
And holds balloons a lovely bunch
And in the market square he stays,
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I STOOD beneath the apple-tree,
The apples were so good to see ;
Very high above my head
I saw them shining round and red.
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UPON her little velvet hat
A silken tassel hung,
And to the very end of that
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MY cat Timothy who has such lovely eyes
Is really not a cat at all ; it's only a disguise.
A witch cast a spell on him a long time since
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HE used to be a fairy once,
A little singing fairy ;
He would not work, he would not play,
He only sat and sang all day
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YESTERDAY in Oxford Street, oh, what d'you think,
my dears?
I had the most exciting time I've had for years and
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THE grouse that lives on the moorland wide
Is filled with a most ridiculous pride ;
He thinks that it all belongs to him
...
You walk in your orchard, you sit in your
bower
Mid plentiful treasure of fruit and of flower ;
But you shall have pleasaunces brighter than
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YOU'VE stolen all our mushrooms !
When friends come in to tea
In Fairyland it is the rule
To offer them a satin stool ;
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OF all the birds the fairies love the skylark much
the best ;
They come with little fairy gifts to seek his hidden
...
THOUGH the fairies meet by night
In the moonlit spaces,
Often in the morning light
...
I HEARD a little tiny noise behind the cup-
board door
And something soft and small and quick
flashed right across the floor.
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I SHALL be a lady
As pretty as you please,
And I shall have a garden
With lots of flowers and trees,
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Rose Fyleman Biography
Rose Amy Fyleman (1877–1957) was an English writer and poet, noted for her works on the fairy folk, for children. Her poem There are fairies at the bottom of our garden was set to music by English composer Liza Lehmann. Her Christmas carol Lift your hidden faces, set to a French carol tune, was included in the Anglican hymnal Songs of Praise (1931) as well as in the Hutterian Brotherhood's Songs of Light (1977). Rose Fyleman was born in Nottingham on 6 March 1877, the third child of John Feilmann and his wife, Emilie, née Loewenstein, who was of Russian extraction. Her father was in the lace trade, and his Jewish family originated in 1860 from Jever in the historical state of Oldenburg, currently Lower Saxony, Germany. As a young girl, Fyleman was educated at a private school, and at the age of nine first saw one of her compositions published in a local paper. Although she entered University College, Nottingham, she failed in the intermediate and was thus unable to pursue her ambition of becoming a schoolteacher. Despite this, Fyleman had a good singing voice, and therefore decided to study music. She studied singing in Paris, Berlin and finally at the Royal College of Music in London, where she received her diploma as associate of the Royal College of Music. She returned to Nottingham shortly afterward, where she taught signing and helped in her sister's school. Along with other members of her family, she anglicized the spelling of her name at the outbreak of the First World War in 1914. When she was forty, Fyleman sent her verses to Punch magazine and her first publication "There are Fairies at the Bottom of Our Garden" appeared in May 1917. The immense response from publishers prompted Fyleman to submit several other fairy poems. Her verses enjoyed tremendous success among readers and her first collection Fairies and Chimneys (1918) was reprinted more than twenty times over the next decade. During the 1920s and early 1930s Rose Fyleman published multiple verse collections, wrote drama for children, and for two years, edited the children's magazine Merry-Go-Round. Fyleman was also a skilled linguist who translated books from German, French and Italian. Rose Fyleman was one of the most successful children's writers of her generation and she saw much of her earlier poetry become proverbial. She died at a nursing home in St. Albans, Hertfordshire on 1 August 1957.)
The Best Poem Of Rose Fyleman
Mice
I think mice
Are rather nice.
There tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven't any
Chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white,
They run about
The house at night.
They nibble things
They shouldn`t touch
And no one seems
To like them much
But I think mice
Are Nice
Rose Fyleman Comments
Where is " The gnome with the scolding wife" ? I found this in one of my mother's school excercise books from 1931! It's a lesson for many of today's menfolk!
When I was a new kindergarten teacher, on rainy days, my teacher mate would recite would Wouldn't It Be Lovely. She has passed away now, but I always think of her and the poem on rainy days.
I would love to find the poem I learnt as at about the age of 8 I see it daily as I pass a tiny ship in sparkling glass within a delicate crystal cas riding the waves with style and grace? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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