O Mariner-soul, Thy quest is but begun, There are new worlds Forever to be won. — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Rich or poor, every child comes into the world with some imperative need of its own, which shapes its individuality. — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The whole world of thought lay unexplored before me, - a world of which I had already caught large and tempting glimpses... — 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
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
The true idea of a church has not yet been shown the world, a visible Church, I mean, unless it was in… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Whatever science and philosophy may do for mankind, the world can never outgrow its need of the simplicity that is in Christ. — 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
