Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott (November 29, 1832 – March 6, 1888) was an American novelist, short story writer and poet best known as the author of the novel Little Women (1868) and its sequelБольше
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The Mother Moon

HE moon upon the wide sea Placidly looks down,
Smiling with her mild face,
Though the ocean frown
Clouds may dim her brightness,

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Fairy Song

The moonlight fades from flower and
And the stars dim one by one;
The tale is told, the song is sung,
And the Fairy feast is done

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The Rock And The Bubble

Oh
a bare, brown
Stood up in the sea,
The waves at its

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I Slept And Dreamed That Life Was Beauty

"I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty; I woke, and found that life was duty
Was thy dream then a shadowy lie
Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shall find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee
"...

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From The Short Story Shadow-Children

Little shadows, little
Dancing on the chamber wall,
While I sit beside the
Where the red flames rise and fall

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French Song

"J'avais une colombe blanche, J'avais un blanc petit pigeon, Tous deux volaient, de branche en branche, Jusqu'au faîte de mon dongeon: Mais comme un coup de vent d'automne, S'est abattu là, l'épervier, Et ma colombe si mignonne Ne revient plu...

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My Doves

TE my chamber window,
On the sunny roof, at play,
High above the city's tumult,
Flocks of doves sit day by day

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Fragments

I am the monarch of the Sea, The ruler of the Queen's Navee,-- When at anchor here I ride, My bosom swells with pride, And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts His sisters and his cousin...

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Gingerbread

"Gingerbread,    Go to the head
Your task is done;    A soul is won
Take it and go    Where muffins grow,    Where sweet loaves rise    To the very skies,    And biscuits fair    Perfume the air
Away, away

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Our Little Ghost

Oft, in the silence of the night, When the lonely moon rides high,
When wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the owl's shrill cry,
In the quiet, dusky chamber, By the flickering firelight,
Rising up between two sleepers, Comes a ...

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Beds To The Front Of Them

"Beds to the front of them, Beds to the right of them, Beds to the left of them, Nobody blundered
Beamed at by hungry souls, Screamed at with brimming bowls, Steamed at by army rolls, Buttered and sundered
With coffee not cannon pli...

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Lily-Bell and Thistledown Song I

Awake
Awake
for the earliest
Of golden sunlight

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