Helen Hunt Jackson - Quotes

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O month when they who love must love and wed.

O month when they who love must love and wed.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love has a tide! ---->>>

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

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

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead. ---->>>

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride. ---->>>

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood. ---->>>

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life. ---->>>

There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families. ---->>>

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. ---->>>

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

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

As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it. ---->>>

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery. ---->>>

Biography

Nationality: American
Born: October 18, 1831
Birthplace:
Die: August 12, 1885
Occupation: Writer
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Helen Maria Hunt Jackson, born Helen Fiske (October 15, 1830 – August 12, 1885), was an American poet and writer who became an activist on behalf of improved treatment of Native Americans by the U.S. government. She described the adverse effects of government actions in her history A Century of Dishonor (1881) (wikipedia)