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Lucy Larcom
American
Poet
About the author
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.
Lucy Larcom,
American
Poet
#Music
#Thoughts
If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.
Lucy Larcom,
American
Poet
#World
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.
Lucy Larcom,
American
Poet
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.
Lucy Larcom,
American
Poet
#Nothing
#Being
#First
#Women