“ Reposed amid its clump of trees, a queen upon her throne. The landscape round smiled proudly and the flowers shed sweet perfume, When Margaret plied the shuttle of the rude old-fashioned loom. The world has grown fastidious—demands things ever new— But we could once see beauties in the rainbow's every hue; The bee could then find nectar in a common clover bloom, And simple hearts hear music in the shuttle of the loom. ”
Loom
Definition and stakes
The loom, a device for weaving fabric from threads, has long symbolized both labor and creativity. From Cotton Noe’s poetic depiction of a loom as a vessel of quiet beauty and tradition to Arthur Brisbane’s stark portrayal of its connection with toil, authors have explored its dual role. L.
Frank Baum imagined a magical loom in fairy tales, while S. E. Forman emphasized its historical prevalence. Harriet Jane Hanson Robinson tied it to the intellectual lives of mill workers, highlighting its cultural significance. These varied perspectives reveal the loom as a multifaceted symbol of human ingenuity and societal transformation.
Quotes about “loom”
Arthur Brisbane,
Editorials from the Hearst Newspapers
“ At one loom sits a poor creature, a dismal human failure. His forehead is half an inch high and a bony ridge-telling of unfortunate prenatal influence—runs high along the top of his head. His small eyes are close together. ”
L. Frank Baum,
Queen Zixi of Ix; Or, the Story of the Magic Cloak
“ At these words the fairies sprang up eagerly; and their queen, smiling upon them, waved her wand toward the center of the clearing. At once a beautiful fairy loom appeared in the space. It was not such a loom as mortals use. ”
S. E. Forman, Stories of Useful Inventions
“ THE LOOM Have you ever seen a loom? It would not be a wonder if you have not. In these days the average person seldom sees one. Everyone knows in a vague sort of way that clothes and carpets are made of wool or silk or cotton, as the case may be, and that they are woven upon an instrument called a loom. ”
Joseph P. Bradley, Loom Company v. Higgins — Opinion of the Court
“ A person skilled in the art of constructing or using such looms in their most advanced and improved form, such as those known as the Bigelow loom and the Weild loom, and having one actually before him, or in his mind, would readily appreciate the meaning of the terms and the character of the improvement described. ”
Rachel Harriette Busk, Sagas from the Far East; or, Kalmouk and Mongolian traditionary tales… (1873)
“ By this time the wolf had come up with them, and when he saw the hare seated so majestically on the hand-loom for a throne, and with the royal mantle of yellow stuff about him, and the written document in his hand, the lamb moreover standing quietly by his side, he said within himself, "These must be very extraordinary beasts, who do not run away at my approach, after the manner of common beasts." ”
Vachel Lindsay,
A Handy Guide for Beggars: Especially Those of the Poetic Fraternity
(1916)
“ She held it higher. “There is the spinning wheel.”“Where is the loom?”“Up stairs, just by where you will sleep.”I knew that if there was a loom, it was a magic one, for she was a witch of the better sort, a fine, serious witch, and a princess withal. Her ancestors wore their black hair that simple way when their lords won them by fighting dragons. She was prouder than the pyramids. If the epic is ever written, let it tell how the spinner of the wizard wools did stand to serve the stranger, that being the custom of her house. This was a primitive camp indeed. There was no gingerbread. ”
Harriet Jane Hanson Robinson,
Loom and spindle
(1898)
“ It was natural that such a thoughtful life should bear fruit, and this leads me to speak of The Lowell Offering, a publication which was the natural outgrowth of the mental habit of the early mill-girls, for many of the pieces that were printed there were thought out amid the hum of the wheels, while the skilful fingers and well-trained eyes of the writers tended the loom or the frame. ”
Various, Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December… (1842)
“ I can find an empty loom.’ By this time the sound of the sheep made me quicken my steps towards the yard. I requested my sister to bring me the wheel and cards, while I went for the wool. I went into the yard with my brother, and secured a white sheep, from which I sheared, with my loom shears, half enough for a web; we then let her go with the rest of the fleece. I sent the wool in with my sister. Luther ran for a black sheep, and held her while I cut off wool for my filling and half the warp, and then we allowed her to go with the remaining part of her fleece. ”
S. E. Forman, Stories of Useful Inventions
“ In the olden times, and not so very long ago either, everybody knew something about weaving, at least every girl and woman knew something of the art, and a loom was as familiar an object in the household then as a sewing machine is now. ”
Clark Wissler, The American Indian (1917)
“ The similarities between the Salish goat wool blanket and the rabbitskin blanket are so striking that one must suspect some reactionary influence. Returning to our subject, it is clear that the loom and upward weaving is a development of the South, presumably the area of intense maize culture, and that from there it was diffused around the north coast of South America and down the east side. Also the spindle method of spinning is definitely associated with the loom, though in one instance its distribution is wider. ”
Charles Fletcher Lummis,
The Enchanted Burro
“ In went the brown fist again; and rummaging down through the silken fleece, his fingers met something firmer. In a moment he had it out—a long bundle of that matchless weaving of old Peru; of cloth as soft and strong as silk, woven with strange figures of men and gods and beasts; such fabrics as never unthinking loom has woven, nor any machine less wondrous than the fingers of a man.“Ay! It will be worth twenty soles!” cried Faquo softly. “But it is so heavy! Perhaps they have wound it on a stone.” ”
Elijah Kellogg, The Unseen Hand; or, James Renfew and His Boy Helpers
“ And she carried not only the fixtures for a loom, but the loom itself, wool, flax, dye-stuffs, wheels to spin flax and wool, cards, warping-bars, a quill-wheel, reels, a flax-comb, a Dutch-oven, plenty of pots and kettles, but one large pewter platter, three pewter plates and two earthen mugs ”
The New Student's Reference Work (1914)
“ The weaving is of the simplest kind, nothing which could be called a loom being used, and yet the process is in principle the same as that of the modern loom. As can be seen in the picture, the warp threads are held taut by the weight of the woman's body thrown on the broad belt surrounding her waist. ”
James George Frazer,
The Golden Bough: A Study of Magic and Religion
“ On no account may the women sit at the loom till their legs grow cramped, otherwise their husbands will likewise be stiff in their joints and unable to rise up quickly or to run away from the foe. So in order to keep their husbands’ joints supple the women often vary their labours at the loom by walking up and down the verandah. Further, they may not cover up their faces, or the men would not to be able to find their way through the tall grass or jungle. Again, the women may not sew with a needle, or the men will tread on the sharp spikes set by the enemy in the path. ”
Brigham Young,
Journal of Discourses — Volume 7…
“ Some of our women are inclined to say, "What do you mean by a spinning wheel? What do you mean by a loom?" Such are female loafers, who bring up their children in idleness, and buy starch in the stores instead of making it. ”
Charles M. Skinner, Myths and Legends of Our Own Land…
“ When you see a giant, go toward him, looking in his eyes, and he will walk backward. Walk around him until he has his back to a precipice, then advance. He will back away until he reaches the edge of the mesa, when he will fall off and be killed.” Lolomi obeyed these instructions, for presently a giant loomed in the distance and came striding across the plains half a mile at a step. As he drew near he flung a spear, but it glanced from the Indian's armor like hail from a rock. Then an arrow followed, and was turned. At this the giant lost courage, for he fancied that Lolomi was a spirit. ”
Lord Byron,
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
(1812)
“ The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contained no tomb,— And glowing into day: we may resume The march of our existence: and thus I, Still on thy shores, fair Leman! ”
Charlotte Brontë,
Jane Eyre
(16 October 1847)
“ While disease had thus become an inhabitant of Lowood, and death its frequent visitor; while there was gloom and fear within its walls; while its rooms and passages steamed with hospital smells, the drug and the pastille striving vainly to overcome the effluvia of mortality, that bright May shone unclouded over the bold hills and beautiful woodland out of doors. ”
Arthur Stringer,
Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna…
“ Calling through the gloom for thee!— For the love that life has known, For the parting yet to be!Sappho Now I shall go Quite gladly, with this more than anguish at My over-aching heart, that cries for rest: Yes, shade-like even now I seem,—this face Sea-worn as Leucothea’s lonely face, So wistful white at eve amid the waves Where with sad eyes, men say, she gazes on Earth’s failing hills and fields! ”
Arthur Stringer,
Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna…
“ Smiles sadly disempassioned over men And their tumultuous cities crowned with song, Where live by night so many heavy hearts, So smile the gods on my pale-lipped despairs. On to the end these feet must walk alone,— Alone, once more, and unillumined, fare; For I am far from home to die, and far From any voice to comfort me beyond The cypress twilight and the hemlock gloom! Not evermore, O blue Ionian Sea, And vine-clad valleys, shall these eyes behold My Lesbos, still my first and last of loves! But take me, mother Ocean, while I feel Burn thro’ my blood this magic ecstasy! ”
“ But Ajax turning, to their fears they yield, All pale they tremble and forsake the field. While thus aloft the hero’s corse they bear, Behind them rages all the storm of war: Confusion, tumult, horror, o’er the throng Of men, steeds, chariots, urged the rout along: Less fierce the winds with rising flames conspire To whelm some city under waves of fire; Now sink in gloomy clouds the proud abodes, Now crack the blazing temples of the gods; The rumbling torrent through the ruin rolls, And sheets of smoke mount heavy to the poles. ”
“ From sleep debarr’d, we sink from woes to woes: And cruel, enviest thou a short repose? Still must we restless rove, new seas explore, The sun descending, and so near the shore? And lo! the night begins her gloomy reign, And doubles all the terrors of the main: Oft in the dead of night loud winds arise, Lash the wild surge, and bluster in the skies. Oh, should the fierce south-west his rage display, And toss with rising storms the watery way, Though gods descend from heaven’s aërial plain To lend us aid, the gods descend in vain. ”
John Burroughs,
Birds and Poets : with Other Papers
“ The loon is the genius loci of the wild northern lakes, as solitary as they are. Some birds represent the majesty of nature, like the eagles; others its ferocity, like the hawks; others its cunning, like the crow; others its sweetness and melody, like the song-birds. The loon represents its wildness and solitariness. It is cousin to the beaver. It has the feathers of a bird and the fur of an animal, and the heart of both. It is as quick and cunning as it is bold and resolute. ”
Charles Fletcher Lummis,
The Enchanted Burro
“ In each was a fast-swelling [204] heap of dirty, gray wool, and just in front of it the shearer. Each, as he turned a victim loose, yelled out his number, to be tallied one, and running upon the huddled mass of sheep, caught one by the fleece with each hand, dragged it to his corner, flopped it upon its side, knotted its four sharp feet together with a dextrous movement, and, snatching the shears from his belt, fell instantly to work. It was a scene to bewilder an Eastern sheep-grower. ”
“ Those guiltless fall, and thirst for blood in vain. As long as Phœbus bore unmoved the shield, Sat doubtful conquest hovering o’er the field; But when aloft he shakes it in the skies, Shouts in their ears, and lightens in their eyes, Deep horror seizes every Grecian breast, Their force is humbled, and their fear confess’d. So flies a herd of oxen, scatter’d wide, No swain to guard them, and no day to guide, When two fell lions from the mountain come, And spread the carnage through the shady gloom. Impending Phœbus pours around them fear, And Troy and Hector thunder in the rear. ”
H. G. Wells,
Tales of Space and Time
“ But Ugh-lomi was a thousand generations nearer the primordial than man: no monkey could have held on better. And the lion had been training the horse for countless generations against the tactics of rolling and rearing back. But he kicked like a master, and buck-jumped rather neatly. In five minutes Ugh-lomi lived a lifetime. If he came off the horse would kill him, he felt assured. ”
“ Suddenly a shadow seemed to leap out upon them, out of the darkness—the shadow of a man. There was a moment's hideous clamour of the brakes, a sickening swerve of the machine, a man's shout, a sudden instant's flash of gleaming trunks brought sharply into focus, and then a slow, gradual letting down of her side of the car, inch by inch. She grasped the arm beside her to keep from falling, and then all was still.A moment later she could see that they were balanced on the edge of a culvert; to her right was the darkness; up ahead, the lights were glaring impotently off into space. ”
Little Fabulist, or, Select Fables (c.1800)
“ A young unexperienced Lamb observing a half-starved Wolf peeping through the pales of the inclosure, entered into conversation with him. Pray what are you seeking for here? said the Lamb. I am looking replied the Wolf, for some tender grass; for nothing you know is more pleasant than to feed in a fresh pasture, and to slake one's thirst at a crystal stream: both which I perceive you enjoy within these pales in their utmost perfection. ”
“ In the air was a drone of drab creatures being happy in their drabness, rejoicing in the waste, thoughtless of the future. That was it, the whole field, unkept, idle, lazying, was thoughtless of the future. There stood the dead stubble, blackening and hopeless. Winter might come with its frost. Here was no worry over failing crops. One year's work had done for two. And the grasshoppers and the midges and the gnats and the flies were likewise quite content.He brushed the dust from a trouser leg. He looked at the trouser leg. The suit had cost him ninety dollars. ”
Henri de Crignelle, Le Morvan, [A District of France…
“ The most volcanic Romeo that ever penned a letter or scaled a wall, is to the sportsman waiting amidst the howling storm on a dark night for the wolves, what a cup of cream is to a bottle of vitriol. As for myself, I would give,—yes, ladies, I am wolf enough to say,—that I would willingly give up the delightful emotions of ninety rendezvous, with the loveliest women in the world, black or white, for twelve with a boar or a wolf. ”
Ontario. Department of Education, The Ontario Readers: Fourth Book
“ The weird, long call, or the shrill, demoniacal laugh coming out of the night tells of the sleepless activity of the loon. The whip-poor-will in the adjacent shrubbery seems companionable, and there is a friendly spirit in the short, shrill tremolo of the night-hawk from the invisible sky. Even the plaint of the screech-owl has a tone of human sympathy. But the dreary cadence of the loon is the voice of the inhospitable night, repelling every thought of human association. ”
Roger L'Estrange, Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists… (1692)
“ AS a Lamb was following a Goat, Up comes a Wolfe, wheedling, to get him aside, and make a Breakfast of him: Why what a Fool art thou, says the Wolfe; that mayst have thy Belly full of Sweet Milk at Home, to leave thy Mother for a Nasty Stinking Goat! ”
Henry Britton, Lolóma, or two years in cannibal-land…
“ THE PRINCESS LOLÓMA. As I rambled about the mountain solitudes, the sound of the lali, or native drum, beaten in celebration of some heathen rite, and faint echoes from the shrill blast of the conch-shell, blown in honour of some chiefly observance, not infrequently floated up from an extensive valley lying in the centre of the hill country. Occasionally I had seen men moving in the distance, but I was always careful to keep out of view. ”
attr. Æsop, Three Hundred Aesop's Fables — The Wolf and the Lion (1887)
“ A Wolf, roaming by the mountain side, saw his own shadow, as the sun was setting, become greatly extended and magnified, and he said to himself, "Why should I, being of such an immense size, and extending nearly an acre in length, be afraid of the Lion? ”
Agnes Repplier,
Americans and Others
“ To a pitiful heart, the life of a little mole is as sacred as the life of a little robin. To an artistic eye, the mole in his velvet coat is handsomer than the robin, which is at best a bouncing, bourgeois sort of bird, a true suburbanite, with all the defects of his class. ”
