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“The stories that the fairies told
I learnt in English lanes of old,
Where honeysuckle, wreathing high,
Twined with the wild rose towards the sky,
Or where pink-tinged anemones
Grew thousand starred beneath the trees.
I saw them, too, in London town,
But sly and cautious, glancing down,
Where in the grass the crocus grow
And ladies ride in Rotten Row,
St James’s Park’s a garden meet
For tiny babes and fairy feet.
But since I came to Germany,
The good folk oftener talk to me;
I find them in their native home
When through the forest depths I roam,
When through the trees blue mountains shine,
The heart of fairyland is mine.”
I learnt in English lanes of old,
Where honeysuckle, wreathing high,
Twined with the wild rose towards the sky,
Or where pink-tinged anemones
Grew thousand starred beneath the trees.
I saw them, too, in London town,
But sly and cautious, glancing down,
Where in the grass the crocus grow
And ladies ride in Rotten Row,
St James’s Park’s a garden meet
For tiny babes and fairy feet.
But since I came to Germany,
The good folk oftener talk to me;
I find them in their native home
When through the forest depths I roam,
When through the trees blue mountains shine,
The heart of fairyland is mine.”
Características y detalles
- Categoría principal: Libros para niños
- Categorías adicionales Literatura y ficción, Navidad
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Características: 15×23 cm
N.º de páginas: 184 -
ISBN
- Tapa blanda: 9780464334750
- Fecha de publicación: sep. 15, 2019
- Idioma English
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