Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

American - Writer | October 15, 1830 - August 12, 1885

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

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By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

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I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

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If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful.

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Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

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I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

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The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

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When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

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When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

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O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

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But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

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Love has a tide!

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