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
There is something in the place where we were born that holds us always by the heart-strings. — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us. — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Some of us must wait for the best human gifts until we come to heavenly places. Our natural desire for musical utterance… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
From the first opening of our eyes, it is the light that attracts us. We clutch aimlessly with our baby fingers at… — 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
Our relatives form the natural setting of our childhood. We understand ourselves best and are best understood by others through the persons… — 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
