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Eleanor Farjeon (pronounced far'-zhun) (13 February 1881 – 5 June 1965) was an English author of children's stories and plays, poetry, biography, history and satire. Many of her works had charming illustrations by Edward Ardizzone. Some of her correspondence has also been published. She won many literary awards and the prestigious Eleanor Farjeon Award for children's literature is presented annually in her memory by the Children's Book Circle, a society of publishers.

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Biography

Eleanor Farjeon

The daughter of popular novelist Benjamin Farjeon and Maggie (Jefferson) Farjeon, Eleanor came from a literary family, her two younger brothers, Joseph and Herbert Farjeon, being writers, while the eldest, Harry Farjeon, was a composer.

Eleanor, known to the family as "Nellie", was a small timid child, who had poor eyesight and suffered from ill-health throughout her childhood. She was educated at home, spending much of her time in the attic, surrounded by books. Her father encouraged her writing from the age of five. She describes her family and her childhood in the autobiographical, A Nursery in the Nineties (1935).

Although she lived much of her life among the literary and theatrical circles of London, much of Eleanor's inspiration came from her childhood and from family holidays. A holiday in France in 1907 was to inspire her to create a story of a troubadour, later refashioned as the wandering minstrel of her most famous book, Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard. During World War I, the family moved to Sussex where the landscape, villages and local traditions were to have a profound effect upon her later writing. It was in Sussex that the Martin Pippin stories were eventually to be located.

At eighteen Eleanor, whose maternal grandfather was the American actor Joseph Jefferson, wrote the libretto for an operetta, Floretta, to music by her older brother Harry, who later became a composer and teacher of music. She also collaborated with her youngest brother, Herbert, Shakespearian scholar and dramatic critic. Their productions include Kings and Queens (1932), The Two Bouquets (1938), An Elephant in Arcady (1939), and The Glass Slipper (1944).

Eleanor had a wide range of friends with great literary talent including D. H. Lawrence, Walter de la Mare and Robert Frost. For several years she had a close friendship with the poet Edward Thomas and his wife. After Thomas' death in April 1917 during the Battle of Arras, she remained close to his wife, Helen. She later published much of their correspondence, and gave a definitive account of their relationship in Edward Thomas: The Last Four Years (1958).

After World War I Eleanor earned a living as a poet, journalist and broadcaster. Often published under a pseudonym, Eleanor's poems appeared in The Herald (Tomfool), Punch, Time and Tide (Chimaera), The New Leader (Merry Andrew), Reynolds News (Tomfool), and a number of other periodicals. Her topical work for The Herald, Reynolds News and New Leader was the perhaps the most accomplished of any socialist poet of the 1920s and 30s.

Eleanor never married, but had a thirty-year friendship with George Earle, an English teacher. After his death in 1949, she had a long friendship with the actor Denys Blakelock, who wrote of it in the book, Eleanor, Portrait of a Farjeon (1966).

During the 1950s she was awarded three major literary prizes: The Carnegie Medal of the Library Association, The Hans Christian Andersen Award and the Regina Medal of the American Catholic Library Association.

The Children's Book Circle, a society of publishers, present the Eleanor Farjeon Award annually in her memory.

Her work is cited as an influence by famous Japanese animator Hayao Miyazaki.

Writing

These days, Eleanor Farjeon's most widely known work is the popular children's hymn "Morning has Broken", written in 1931 to an old Gaelic tune associated with the Scottish village Bunessan. It was later popularized by the folk singer Cat Stevens. Her other popular hymn is the Advent carol "People, Look East!", usually sung to an old French melody, and a favourite with children's choirs. "Morning has Broken" is one of the many poems to be found in the anthology Children's Bells under its correct title "A Morning Song (For the First Day of Spring)", published by Oxford University Press in 1957 and bringing together poems from many sources, including the Martin Pippin books.

One of Farjeon's poetic talents was to make history easy and memorable. In poetry that is varied, witty and picturesque, Farjeon presents the saints, the kings, the tyrants and the notable events in forms that fixed them in the minds of the young reader. Her historic poems range from King Priam, who in rhyming couplets begs his son's body from Achilles, and King John being forced by the relentless barons to sign the Magna Carta, to Joseph the carpenter wondering over the future of the little Christ Child that he can hold in the span of his two hands.

Farjeon's plays for children, such as those to be found in Granny Gray, were popular for school performances throughout the 1950s and '60s because they were well within the capabilities of young children to perform and of teachers to direct. Several of the plays have a very large number of small parts, facilitating performance by a class, while others have only three or four performers and appear to be designed for the children of a single family.

Eleanor Farjeon's most notable books are Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1921) and its sequel, Martin Pippin in the Daisy Field (1937). These books, which had their origins in France when Farjeon was inspired to write about a troubadour, are actually set in Sussex and include descriptions of real villages and features such as the chalk cliffs and the Long Man of Wilmington.

In Apple Orchard, the wandering minstrel Martin Pippin finds a lovelorn ploughman who begs him to visit the orchard where his beloved has been locked in the mill-house with six sworn virgins to guard her. Martin Pippin goes to the rescue and wins the confidence of the young women by telling them love stories. Although ostensibly a children's book, the six love stories, which have much the form of Perrault's fairy tales such as Beauty and the Beast and Cinderella, have a depth which is adult in sentiment, and indeed they were written not for a child but for a young soldier, Victor Haslam, who had, like Farjeon, been a close friend of Edward Thomas. Among the stories, themes include the apparent loss of a loved one, betrayal, and the yearning of a woman for whom it appears that love will never come.

The sequel, Martin Pippin in the Daisy Field concerns six little girls whom Martin entertains while they are making daisy chains. The six stories, this time written for children, include Elsie Piddock Skips in her Sleep which has been published separately and is considered the finest of all Farjeon's stories. Also unforgettable is the hilarious adventure of an outrageous liar and failed magician in Tom Cobble and Oonie.

Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard is available through the Project Gutenberg link below. The Little Bookroom, a collection of what she considered her best stories, was reprinted in 2003.

Partial bibliography

  • Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)
  • The Soul of Kol Nikon (1914)
  • Arthur Rackham: The Wizard at Home (1914) (non-fiction)
  • Gypsy and Ginger (1920)
  • Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1921)
  • Faithful Jenny Dove and Other Tales (1925)
  • Mighty Men: Achilles to Julius Caesar, Beowulf to Harold (1925)
  • Nuts and May (1925)
  • Faithful Jenny Dove and Other Tales (1925)
  • Italian Peepshow (1926)
  • Kaleidoscope (1928)
  • The Tale of Tom Tiddler (1929)
  • Tales from Chaucer: The Canterbury Tales Done in Prose (1930)
  • The Old Nurse's Stocking Basket (1931)
  • The Fair of St. James: A Fantasia (1932)
  • Perkin the Pedlar (1932)
  • Jim at the Corner and Other Stories (1934)
  • A Nursery in the Nineties (1935) (autobiography)
  • Humming Bird: A Novel (1936)
  • Ten Saints (1936)
  • Martin Pippin in the Daisy Field (1937)
  • The Wonders of Herodotus (1937)
  • One Foot in Fairyland: Sixteen Tales (1938)
  • Kings and Queens (1940) (poetry, written with her brother Herbert Farjeon)
  • The New Book of Days (1941)
  • Brave Old Woman (1941)
  • The Glass Slipper (1944) (play)
  • Ariadne and the Bull (1945)
  • The Silver Curlew (1949) (play)
  • The Little Bookroom (1955)
  • The Glass Slipper (1955) (novelization)
  • Edward Thomas: The Last Four Years (1958) (non-fiction)

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Quotes

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Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.
Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.

Eleanor Farjeon (13 February 18815 June 1965) was an English author of children's stories and plays, poetry, biography, history and satire.

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  • It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.
    • Gypsy and Ginger (1920)

Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)

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Thou God of stone, I have a craving in me
For knowledge of thee as thou wert in old
Enchanted twilights in Arcadia.
  • 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.
    • Pan-Worship
Of troubles know I none,
Of pleasures know I many —
I rove beneath the sun
Without a single penny.
  • 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.
    • Pan-Worship
  • Of troubles know I none,
    Of pleasures know I many —
    I rove beneath the sun
    Without a single penny.
    • Vagrant Songs, II
  • 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.
    • Time And Love
  • Upon your shattered ruins where
    This vine will flourish still, as rare,
    As fresh, as fragrant as of old.
    Love will not crumble.
    • Time And Love
  • Dropt tears have hastened your decay
    And brought you one step nigher death;
    And you have heard, unthrilled, unmoved,
    The music of Love's golden breath
    And seen the light in eyes that loved.
    • Time And Love
  • You think you hold the core and kernel
    Of all the world beneath your crust,
    Old dial ? But when you lie in dust,
    This vine will bloom, strong, green, and proved.
    Love is eternal.
    • Time And Love

Nursery Rhymes of London Town (1916)

King's Cross!
What shall we do?
His Purple Robe
Is rent in two!
  • King's Cross!
    What shall we do?
    His Purple Robe
    Is rent in two!
    • King's Cross
  • The little White Chapel is ringing its bell
    With a ring-a-ding-dong,
    All day long
    • Whitechapel
  • Water, Loo! water, Loo! fetch me some water!
    There isn't a drop for a mile and a quarter!
    The ground is so hard and the ground is so dry
    I'm frightened my little red rose-bush will die.
    • Waterloo
  • In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleet
    They barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet!
    • Fleet Street

More Nursery Rhymes of London Town (1917)

My harp and I a-wandering
Went over Snowdon Mountain,
From Anglesey to Swansea Bay
It sang like any fountain.
  • Bugsby's reach is long as time,
    His reach is wide as wind is,
    He can pick you nettles in Greenwich Marsh
    And docks in the East Indies.
    • Bugsby's Reach
  • My harp and I a-wandering
    Went over Snowdon Mountain,
    From Anglesey to Swansea Bay
    It sang like any fountain.
    • The Welsh Harp
  • Out upon you, Jerry! Jerry, you're a pity!
    Jerry, turn about and plant a garden in the City!
    • The Garden City
  • Once she kissed me with a jest,
    Once with a tear —
    O where's the heart was in my breast,
    And the ring was in my ear?
    • Kentish Town

Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1922)

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He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in their kiss love had reached its uttermost. But love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.
  • Romance gathers round an old story like lichen on an old branch. And the story of Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard is so old now — some say a year old, some say even two. How can the children be expected to remember?
  • Every man's life (and ... every woman's life), awaits the hour of blossoming that makes it immortal ... love is a divinity above all accidents, and guards his own with extraordinary obstinacy.
  • No love-story has ever been told twice. I never heard any tale of lovers that did not seem to me as new as the world on its first morning.
  • I will fight for you, yes, and you will fight for me. And if you have sacrificed joy and courage and beauty and wisdom for my sake, I will give them all to you again; and yet you must also give them to me, for they are things in which without you I am wanting. But together we can make them.
  • 'In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received.' And he bent his head and kissed her long and deeply, and in that kiss neither knew themselves, or even each other, but something beyond all consciousness that was both of them.
All the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love.
  • He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in their kiss love had reached its uttermost. But love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.
  • Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.
  • Women are so strangely constructed that they have in them darkness as well as light, though it be but a little curtain hung across the sun. And love is the hand that takes the curtain down, a stronger hand than fear, which hung it up. For all the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love.
  • The world never knows, and cannot for the life of it imagine, what this man sees in that maid and that maid in this man. The world cannot think why they fell in love with each other. But they have their reason, their beautiful secret, that never gets told to more than one person; and what they see in each other is what they show to each other; and it is the truth. Only they kept it hidden in their hearts until the time came. And though you and I may never know why this lane is called Shelley's, to us both it will always be the greenest lane in Sussex, because it leads to the special secret I spoke of.

Morning Has Broken (1931)

Sweet the rain's new fall,
Sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall
On the first grass.
  • Morning has broken,
    Like the first morning,
    Blackbird has spoken
    Like the first bird.

    Praise for the singing!
    Praise for the morning!
    Praise for them springing
    Fresh from the Word!
  • Sweet the rain's new fall,
    Sunlit from heaven,
    Like the first dewfall
    On the first grass.
  • Praise with elation,
    Praise every morning,
    God's re-creation
    Of the new day!

The New Book of Days (1961)

He could not be captured,
He could not be bought,
His running was rhythm,
His standing was thought...
And only the poet
With wings to his brain
Can mount him and ride him
Without any rein,
The stallion of heaven,
The steed of the skies,
The horse of the singer
Who sings as he flies.
  • From the blood of Medusa
    Pegasus sprang.
    His hoof of heaven
    Like melody rang.
    • Pegasus, St. 1, p. 181
  • He could not be captured,
    He could not be bought,
    His running was rhythm,
    His standing was thought;
    With one eye on sorrow
    And one eye on mirth,
    He galloped in heaven
    And gambolled on earth

    And only the poet
    With wings to his brain
    Can mount him and ride him
    Without any rein,
    The stallion of heaven,
    The steed of the skies,
    The horse of the singer
    Who sings as he flies.

    • Pegasus, St. 3 & 4, p. 181

Quotes about Farjeon

  • I was a little overworked. I had been reading a great number of manuscripts in the preceding weeks, and the mere sight of typescript was a burden to me. But before I had read five pages of Martin Pippin, I had forgotten that it was a manuscript submitted for my judgment. I had forgotten who I was and where I lived. I was transported into a world of sunlight, of gay inconsequence, of emotional surprise, a world of poetry, delight, and humor. And I lived and took my joy in that rare world, until all too soon my reading was done.
    My most earnest wish is that there may be many minds and imaginations among the American people who will be able to share that pleasure with me. For every one who finds delight in this book I can claim as a kindred spirit.
    • J. D. Beresford in the Introduction to Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1922)
  • An author is known by the worlds he creates. The measure of his greatness is the degree of clarity and the consistency with which he builds his spirit’s habitation, the depth and height it offers the reader who enters it. Eleanor Farjeon’s world is construed of fantasy, romance, and an abounding yea-saying joy in the experience of life. It is the stuff that dreams are made of, and as dangerous as dynamite except for those who have genius in their blood, a compassionate heart, a sense of wonder at the multitudinous miracles to be met in one day’s living in this world, and the blessed proportion of wit, humor and nonsense. All these she has.

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