Louisa May Alcott
Louisa May Alcott Poems
- Fairy Song The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the...
- My Kingdom A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and ...
- Thoreau's Flute We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe...
- Lullaby Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives ...
- From The Short Story A Christm...
- The Rock And The Bubble Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in ...
- From The Short Story Shadow-Ch... Little shadows, little ...
Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist. She is best known for the novel Little Women, written and set in the Alcott family home, Orchard House in Concord, Massachusetts and published in 1868. This novel is loosely based on her childhood experiences with her three sisters.
In 1840, after several setbacks with the school, the Alcott family moved to a cottage 2 acres (8,100 m2) along the Sudbury River in Concord, Massachusetts. The Alcott family moved to the Utopian Fruitlands community for a brief interval in 1843-1844 and then, after its collapse, to rented rooms and finally to a house in Concord purchased with her mother's inheritance and financial help from Emerson. Alcott's ... more »
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''Housekeeping ain't no joke.''Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888), U.S. author. The cook Hannah, in Little Women, pt. 1, ch. 11 (1868).
Conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long; even if it is, the consciousness of possessing and using it well should satisfy one, an...Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888), U.S. author. Mrs. March, in Little Women, pt. 1, ch. 7 (1868). To her daughter Amy.
''People don't have fortunes left them in that style nowadays; men have to work and women to marry for money. It's a dreadfully unjust world.''Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888), U.S. author. Meg, in Little Women, pt. 1, ch. 15 (1868).
''Love is a great beautifier.''Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888), U.S. author. Little Women, pt. 2, ch. 1 (1869).
''Girls are so queer you never know what they mean. They say No when they mean Yes, and drive a man out of his wits for the fun of it.''Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888), U.S. author. Laurie, in Little Women, pt. 2, ch. 12 (1869).
The moonlight fades from flower and rose
And the stars dim one by one;
The tale is told, the song is sung,
And the Fairy feast is done.
The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,
And sings to them, soft and low.
The early birds erelong will wake:
'T is time for the Elves to go.
O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass,
Unseen by mortal eye,
And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float
Through the quiet moonlit sky;--
For the stars' soft eyes alone may see,
And the flowers alone may know,
The feasts we hold, the tales we tell;