I remember how beautiful the Merrimac looked to me in childhood, the first true river I ever knew; it opened upon my… — 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
The beauty of work depends upon the way we meet it — whether we arm ourselves each morning to attack it as… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Sometimes it seems to me that God 's way of dealing with me is not to let me see much of my… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
To her bier Comes the year Not with weeping and distress, as mortals do, But, to guide her way to it, All… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The beauty of work depends upon the way we meet it, whether we arm ourselves each morning to attack it as an… — 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
