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Helen Hunt Jackson's Profile

Brief about Helen Hunt Jackson: By info that we know Helen Hunt Jackson was born at 1970-01-01. And also Helen Hunt Jackson is American Writer.

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

Tags: Best, Forget, Love

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

Tags: God, May, Mom

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

Tags: Best, Here, Weather

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

Tags: Bee, Name, Passion

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

Tags: Moment, Morning, Time

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

Tags: Autumn, Blaze, Lands

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.

Tags: Brain, Dead, Fire

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

Tags: Apple, Fruit, Trees

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

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Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

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

Tags: Dead, Great, Last

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

Tags: Dead, Great, Last

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

Tags: Hundredth, Indian, Thankful

Love has a tide!

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O month when they who love must love and wed.

Tags: Love, Month, Wedding

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.

Tags: Father, Him, Son

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

Tags: Defense, Pride, Skillful

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.

Tags: Help, Morning, Words

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.

Tags: Good, Love, Pain

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.

Tags: Life, Thankful, Write