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“The New Hampshire girls who came to Lowell were descendants of the sturdy backwoodsmen who settled that State scarcely a hundred years before.... They were earnest and capable; ready to undertake anything that was worth doing. My dreamy, indolent nature was shamed into activity among them. They gave me a larger, firmer ideal of womanhood.”

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Lucy Larcom
Lucy Larcom

Lucy Larcom was an American poet, born on March 5, 1824, and died on April 17, 1893. Her poetry is known for its social and political themes, reflecting the changes in American society during the mid-19th century. more

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