We were not meant to mask ourselves before our fellow-beings, but to be, through our human forms, true and clear utterances of… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Whether rich or poor, a home is not a home unless the roots of love are ever striking deeper through the crust… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
God be thanked for the thinkers of good and noble thoughts! It wakes up all the best in ourselves, to come into… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
To different minds, poetry may present different phases. To me, the reverent faith of the people I lived among, and their faithful… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The soul, cramped among the petty vexations of Earth, needs to keep its windows constantly open to the invigorating air of large… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Let us not depreciate Earth. There is no atom in it but is alive and astir in the all-penetrating splendor of God.… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The first real unhappiness I remember to have felt was when some one told me, one day, that I did not love… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
O Mariner-soul, Thy quest is but begun, There are new worlds Forever to be won. — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
A tattered copy of Johnson's large Dictionary was a great delight to me, on account of the specimens of English versifications which I found… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
We were not meant to mask ourselves before our fellow-beings, but to be, through our human forms, true and clear utterances of the spirit… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness. — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
I never thought that the possession of money would make me feel rich: it often does seem to have an opposite effect. But then,… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Whether rich or poor, a home is not a home unless the roots of love are ever striking deeper through the crust of the… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The New Hampshire girls who came to Lowell were descendants of the sturdy backwoodsmen who settled that State scarcely a hundred years before… They… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The religion of our fathers overhung us children like the shadow of a mighty tree against the trunk of which we rested, while we… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, With dear companions now passed out of sight, Shall not be laid upon their graves. They live, Since… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The curse of covetousness is that it destroys manhood by substituting money for character. — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
