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Title: The Ridpath library of universal literature : a biographical and bibliographical summary of the world's most eminent authors, including the choicest extracts and masterpieces from their writings ...
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Ridpath, John Clark, 1840-1900
Subjects: Literature
Publisher: New York : The Fifth avenue library society
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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les from her pen established herreputation as a writer. She studied and taughtschool for some time in Illinois, and then becamea teacher in the seminary at Norton, Mass. Hername was familiar during the War as a writer ofpatriotic verses. Our Young Folks was founded in1865 ; and Miss Larcom was its editor until 1874,after which she resided in her native town. Herworks include Ships in the Mist, and Other Stories(1859); Poems (1868); An Idyl of Work (1875);Childhood Songs (1877); Wild Roses of Cape Ann(1880). In 1884 she issued a complete collectionof her Poetical Works; and she was the editor ofseveral collections of poetry. Her later publica-tions were Bcckonings for Every Day (1886); A NewEngland Girlhood (1889); Easter Gleams (1890) ; Atthe Beautiful Gate (1891); The Unseen Friend(1892). Miss Larcoms brother Jonathan says that when his sister was about six or seven years old, he one day suggested to her, in play, that they write some poetry; and so each of them went to the ... (*5*)
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LUCY LARCOM. LUCY LARCOM 253 corner of the yard to attempt the task. He wasutterly unsuccessful in evolving- any rhyme ; butshe wrote out the following bit of childish verse,which is interesting as being her first attempt HER FIRST VERSE. One summers day, said little Jane,I was walking down a shady lane,When suddenly the wind blew highAnd red lightning flashed in the sky.The peals of thunder, how they rolLI felt myself a little cool,When just before I was so warm,And now around me is a storm. HANNAH BINDING SHOES. Poor lone Hannah,Sitting at the window binding shoes, Faded, wrinkled,Stitching, stitching in a mournful muse—->Bright-eyed beauty once was she,When the bloom was on the tree !Spring and winter,Hannahs at the window binding shoes. Not a neighborPassing nod or answer will refuse To her whisper,Is there from the fishers any news?Oh, her hearts adrift with oneOn an endless voyage gone 1Night and morning,Hannahs at the window binding shoes. Fair young Hannah,Ben, the sunbur

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