Cicely Mary Barker fue una artista cuya obra es celebrada mundialmente por su belleza etérea. Sus ilustraciones, que representan a niños sonrientes con alas de mariposa, cautivan a los lectores con su delicado encanto y esencia mágica. Influenciada por maestros antiguos y el movimiento artístico prerrafaelita, las creaciones de Barker se caracterizan por una atención excepcional al detalle y una atmósfera onírica. Su estilo distintivo resuena con un atractivo atemporal que continúa encantando a audiencias de todas las edades.
The wind is cold, the Spring seems long a-waking; The woods are brown and bare; Yet this is March- soon April will be making All things most sweet and fair. See, even now, in hedge and thicket tangled, One brave and cheering sight- The leafless branches of the Blackthorn, spangled With starry blossoms white!
Featuring four enchanting paper dolls of Flower Fairies, this activity book offers two boys and two girls, each accompanied by eight colorful outfits. The design includes a convenient envelope for storing the outfits, making it an engaging and organized experience for young readers. With its vibrant illustrations, this consumable book invites creativity and imaginative play.
Discover the Doors to Fairyopolis
Interactive features and stunning paper ephemera invite readers to explore eight enchanting fairy doors. Each spread reveals new elements of the fairies' world, captivating the imagination with pop-ups and vibrant illustrations. This beautifully crafted novelty book promises a delightful experience for those curious about the magical realm of fairies.
The Song of The Wayfaring Tree Fairy My shoots are tipped with buds as dusty-grey As ancient pilgrims toiling on their way. Like Thursday's child with far to go, I stand, All ready for the road to Fairyland; With hood, and bag, and shoes, my name to suit, And in my hand my gorgeous-tinted fruit.
In 1923 Cicely Mary Barker's first book, Flower Fairies of the Spring, was published. Its immediate success led to the addition of more titles until, twenty-five years later, Cicely had completely the series of Flower Faries books. With each book, Cicely grew in artistic confidence although from the first her accuracy of botanical detail and the delicate charm of her young fairies captivated both children and adults alike. This beautiful treasury contains a collection of the best-loved Flower Fairies illustrations with their poems. The watercolour illustrations are reproduced from the recently reoriginated printing plates so that their delicacy and detail can be seen to their finest advantage and Cicely's skilled craftsmanship as an artist can be fully appreciated.
The Song of The Narcissus Fairy Brown bulbs were buried deep; Now, from the kind old earth, Out of the winter's sleep, Comes a new birth! Flowers on stems that sway; Flowers of snowy white; Flowers as sweet as day, After the night. So does Narcissus bring Tidings most glad and plain- "Winter's gone; here is Spring - Easter again!"
Enjoy the classic, complete collection of Cicely Mary Barker's original Flower Fairies books in this brand-new edition. This collector's favorite has been redesigned and now features a lavish, eye-catching jacket with silver foil. The interior still includes all of the well-loved illustrations and poems from Barker's eight original books, as well as a selection of fairy rhymes.
A collection of tales from the Bible by the artist of the Flower Faries series.
The Song of The Primrose Fairy The Primrose opens wide in spring; Her scent is sweet and good- It smells of every happy thing In sunny lane and wood. I have not half the skill to sing And praise her as I should. She's dear to folk throughout the land; In her is nothing mean- She freely spreads on every hand Her petals pale and clean. And though she's neither proud nor grand, She is the Country Queen.
The Song of The Poppy Fairy The green wheat's a-growing, The lark sings on high; In scarlet silk a-glowing, Here stand I. The wheat's turning yellow, Ripening for sheaves; I hear the little fellow Who scares the bird-thieves. Now the harvest's ended, The wheat-field is bare; But still, red and splendid, I am there.
