Lucy Larcom Short Quotes

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The land is dearer for the sea, The ocean for the shore.

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Whatever with the past has gone, The best is always yet to come.

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A man may make a misanthrope of himself, but he is never one by nature.

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O Mariner-soul,
Thy quest is but begun,
There are new worlds
Forever to be won.

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A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.

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The curse of covetousness is that it destroys manhood by substituting money for character.

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There is something in the place where we were born that holds us always by the heart-strings.

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Rich or poor, every child comes into the world with some imperative need of its own, which shapes its individuality.

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Oh, her heart's adrift with one
On an endless voyage gone!
Night and morning
Hannah's at the window binding shoes.

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The whole world of thought lay unexplored before me, - a world of which I had already caught large and tempting glimpses...

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I do not own an inch of land,
But all I see is mine, —
The orchard and the mowing fields,
The lawns and gardens fine.

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I defied the machinery to make me its slave. Its incessant discords could not drown the music of my thoughts if I would let them fly high enough.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Our relatives form the natural setting of our childhood. We understand ourselves best and are best understood by others through the persons who came nearest to us in our earliest years.

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I like these plants that you call weeds Sedge, hardhack, mullein, yarrow, — That knit their roots and sow their seeds Where any grassy wheel-track leads Through country by-ways narrow.

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To her bier Comes the year Not with weeping and distress, as mortals do, But, to guide her way to it, All the trees have torches lit; Blazing red the maples shine the woodlands through...

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A friend is a beloved mystery; dearest always because he is not ourself, and has something in him which it is impossible for us to fathom. If it were not so, friendship would lose its chief zest.

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Like a plant that starts up in showers and sunshine and does not know which has best helped it to grow, it is difficult to say whether the hard things or the pleasant things did me the most good.

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A part is greater than the whole;
By hints are mysteries told.
The fringes of eternity, —
God's sweeping garment-fold,
In that bright shred of glittering sea,
I reach out for and hold.

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Some of us must wait for the best human gifts until we come to heavenly places. Our natural desire for musical utterance is perhaps a prophecy that in a perfect world we shall all know how to sing.

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