Lucy Larcom
Lucy Larcom
Lucy Larcomwas an American poet and author...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth5 March 1824
CountryUnited States of America
mistake expectations wish
It is the greatest of all mistakes to begin life with the expectation that it is going to be easy, or with the wish to have it so.
memorial-day liberty scales
Life hangs as nothing in the scale against dear Liberty!
summer flower fall
June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers; In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her, In vain would fond winds fan her back to life, Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.
world glimpse caught
The whole world of thought lay unexplored before me, - a world of which I had already caught large and tempting glimpses...
memorable land inches
I don't own an inch of land, but all I see is mine.
two firsts might
We might all place ourselves in one of two ranks the women who do something, and the women who do nothing; the first being of course the only creditable place to occupy.
loyalty sweet growing-up
Many kinds of fruit grow upon the tree of life, but none so sweet as friendship; as with the orange tree its blossoms and fruit appear at the same time, full of refreshment for sense and for soul.
enthusiasm privilege faithfulness
Labor, in itself, is neither elevating or otherwise. It is the laborer's privilege to ennoble his work by the aim with which he undertakes it, and by the enthusiasm and faithfulness he puts into it.
doors solitude employment
No one can feel more gratefully the charm of noble scenery, or the refreshment of escape into the unspoiled solitudes of nature, than the laborer at some close in-door employment.
believe growing study
I believe the best poetry of our times is growing too artistic; the study is too visible. If freedom and naturalness are lost out of poetry, everything worth having is lost.
spiritual reality life-and-death
Sometimes it seems to me that God 's way of dealing with me is not to let me see much of my friends, those who are most to me in the spiritual life, lest I should forget that the invisible bond is the only reality. That is the only way I can reconcile myself to the inevitable separations of life and death.
forever soul world
O Mariner-soul, Thy quest is but begun, There are new worlds Forever to be won.
army men light
Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor man's barren walks to lave: Because its sun-shaped blossoms show How souls receive the light of God, And unto earth give back that glow I thank him for the Goldenrod.
children home men
Tailor's work--the finishing of men's outside garments--was the "trade" learned most frequently by women in [the 1820s and 1830s],and one or more of my older sisters worked at it; I think it must have been at home, for I somehow or somewhere got the idea, while I was a small child, that the chief end of woman was to make clothing for mankind.