And If Your Nancy Frowns, My Lad

    '"And if your Nancy frowns, my lad,
    And scorns a jacket blue,
    Just hoist your sails for other ports,
    And find a maid more true."'

Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel 'Little Women' and its sequels 'Little Men' and 'Jo's Boys.' Born in Germantown, Pennsylvania, she grew up in Massachusetts. She was an abolitionist and a feminist and was active in both the Transcendentalist and suffragist movements. Alcott began writing to support her family and went on to publish numerous works that have had a lasting impact on American literature.

Louisa May Alcott

Welcome, Maids Of Honor

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My Kingdom

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Sweet Are The Flowers Of Life,[1]

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Oh, Timballoo! How Happy We Are

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