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Lucy Larcom

poet, writer, teacher

1824  – 1893

Lucy Larcom was an American teacher, poet, and author. She was one of the first teachers at Wheaton Female Seminary in Norton, Massachusetts, teaching there from 1854 to 1862. During that time, she co-founded Rushlight Literary Magazine, a submission-based student literary magazine which is still published. From 1865 to 1873, she was the editor of the Boston-based Our Young Folks, which merged with St. Nicholas Magazine in 1874. In 1889, Larcom published one of the best-known accounts of New England childhood of her time, A New England Girlhood, commonly used as a reference in studying antebellum American childhood; the autobiographical text covers the early years of her life in Beverly Farms and Lowell, Massachusetts.

All Quotes by Lucy Larcom

These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, Wanting the benison death has made divine.

Lucy Larcom

Oh, her heart’s adrift with oneHannah’s at the window binding shoes.

Lucy Larcom

I do not own an inch of land, The lawns and gardens fine.

Lucy Larcom

Richer am I than he who owns Across that outlet blue.

Lucy Larcom

Sometimes they seem like living shapes, — As one by one draws nigh.

Lucy Larcom

A part is greater than the whole; I reach out for and hold.

Lucy Larcom

Here sit I, as a little child; Some sea-like glimpse of Thee.

Lucy Larcom

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.

Lucy Larcom

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.

Lucy Larcom

O Mariner-soul, Forever to be won.

Lucy Larcom

From the first opening of our eyes, it is the light that attracts us. We clutch aimlessly with our baby fingers at the gossamer-motes in the sunbeam, and we die reaching out after an ineffable blending of earthly and heavenly beauty which we shall never fully comprehend.

Lucy Larcom

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

Lucy Larcom

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

Lucy Larcom

From the first opening of our eyes, it is the light that attracts us. We clutch aimlessly with our baby fingers at the gossamer-motes in the sunbeam, and we die reaching out after an ineffable blending of earthly and heavenly beauty which we shall never fully comprehend.

Lucy Larcom

Whether rich or poor, a home is not a home unless the roots of love are ever striking deeper through the crust of the earthly and the conventional, into the very realities of being, not consciously always; seldom, perhaps; the simplicity of loving grows by living simply near nature and God.

Lucy Larcom

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

Lucy Larcom

If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

Lucy Larcom

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.

Lucy Larcom

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

Lucy Larcom