Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1894 - Authors, American - 295 pages
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Page 6 - I solemnly declare, that from all the crowd I saw in the different factories that day, I cannot recall or separate one young face that gave me a painful impression; not one young girl whom, assuming it to be a matter of necessity that she should gain her daily bread by the labour of her hands, I would have removed from those works if I had had the power.
Page 160 - Quaker coat from off my shoulders peeling ; God grant that, in the strange new sea of change wherein we swim, We still may keep the good old plank of simple faith in Him ! PS My housekeeper's got the "tissick...
Page 5 - Means to an end their labor was, — to put Gold nest-eggs in the bank, or to redeem A mortgaged homestead, or to pay the way Through classic years at some academy; A ONE OUT OF TWELVE, P. 66 More commonly to lay a dowry by For future housekeeping. They were "hungry to know!
Page 160 - Mrs. Spaulding, Whose lives with Calvin's five-railed creed have been so tightly walled in, Should quit your Puritan homes, and take the pains to go So far, with malice aforethought, to " walk in a vain show !
Page 172 - And heart's-ease in his garden ; and the wild Aerial blossoms of the untamed wood, That make its savagery so home-like ; all Have felt Christ's sweet love watering their roots : His sacrifice has won both earth and heaven.
Page 187 - I say it on the mountain stairs, — The best things any mortal hath Are those which every mortal shares. The air we breathe, the sky, the breeze, The light without us and within,— Life, with its unlocked treasuries, God's riches, — are for all to win.
Page 60 - Nature's honest men, We will make the wilderness Bud and bloom again. Bring the sickle, speed the plough, Turn the ready soil ! Freedom is the noblest pay For the true man's toil. Ho ! brothers ! come, brothers I Hasten all with me, We'll sing upon the Kanzas plains A song of Liberty ! Father, haste ! o'er the waste Lies a pleasant land, There your fire-side altar stones Fixed in truth shall stand.
Page 133 - The hare- \ bells nodding in shade and shine on the steep banks of the Merrimac, the sparkle of the waters, the blue of the sky, the balm of the air, and the atmosphere of grave sweet friendliness which I, breathed for one calm ' First Day ' are never to be forgotten. . . . " But theirs is a home in each other's love, which makes earth a place to cling to for its beauty yet. If I could not think of them together there, of the quiet light which bathes everything within and around their cottage under...
Page 190 - MY MOUNTAIN. I SHUT my eyes in the snow-fall And dream a dream of the hills. The sweep of a host of mountains, The flash of a hundred rills...

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