Fragments from "The Mysterious Key And What It Opened"

    Love comes to all soon or late,
    And maketh gay or sad;
    For every bird will find its mate,
    And every lass a lad,

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

Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

I Slept, And Dreamed That Life Was Beauty

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Bide A Wee

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For Myself Alone, I Would Not Be

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

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Fragments from "Under The Lilacs".

    "So he took up his bow,
    And he feathered his arrow,
    And said, 'I will shoot
    This little cock-sparrow.'"

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    "'Tis good to make all duty sweet,
    To be alert and kind;
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Now Hark, Little May

    "Now hark, little May,
    If you want to do right,
    Under your pillow
    Just look every night.
    If you have been good
    All through the day,
    A gift you will find,
    Useful or gay;
    But if you have been
    Cross, selfish, or wild,
    A bad thing will come
    For the naughty child.
    So try, little dear,
    And soon you will see
    How easy and sweet
    To grow good it will be."


    "Ha, ha, you can't see,
    Although I am here;
    But listen to what
    I say in your ear.
    Tell no one of this.
    Because, if you do,
    My fun will be spoilt,
    And so will yours too.
    But if you are good,
    And patient, and gay,
    A real fairy will come
    To see l...

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Here Is The Bracelet

    "Here is the bracelet
    For good little May
    To wear on her arm
    By night and by day.
    When it shines like the sun,
    All's going well;
    But when you are bad,
    A sharp prick will tell.
    Farewell, little girl,
    For now we must part.
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    Sweet gifts every day,
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    Is like beautiful May."

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To My Lady

"There are no flowers in the fields,
No green leaves on the tree,
No columbines, no violets,
No sweet anemone.
So I have gathered from my pots
All that I have to fill
The basket that I hang to-night,
With heaps of love from Jill."

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Sweetest Of Maidens, Oh, How Can I Tell

    'Sweetest of maidens, oh, how can I tell
    The love that transfigures the whole earth to me?
    The longing that causes my bosom to swell,
    When I dream of a life all devoted to thee?'

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