The religion of our fathers overhung us children like the shadow of a mighty tree against the trunk of which we rested,… — 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… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
A complete autobiography would indeed be a picture of the outer and inner universe photographed upon one little life's consciousness. For does… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Canst thou prophesy, thou little tree, What the glory of thy boughs shall be? — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
In the older times it was seldom said to little girls, as it always has been said to boys, that they ought… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Few parents are aware of the difficulties that beset the minds of the little philosophers and theologians who sit upon their knees… — 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
