Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes (1830-1885)

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About Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Maria (Fiske) Hunt Jackson (October 18, 1830 – August 12, 1885) was an American writer best known as the author of Ramona, a novel about the ill treatment of Native Americans in southern California.

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β€œWhen Time is spent, Eternity begins.”
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β€œBee to the blossom, moth to the flame;
Each to his passion; what's in a name?”
β€œThe voice of one who goes before to make
The paths of June more beautiful, is thine
Sweet May!”
β€œ[A]ll lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.”
β€œThe goldenrod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown:
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.”

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Helen Hunt Jackson on Love 3 quotes

β€œLove has a tide!”
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Helen Hunt Jackson on Poetry about love 3 quotes

β€œLove has a tide!”
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Helen Hunt Jackson on May 2 quotes

β€œO month when they who love must love and wed.”
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Helen Hunt Jackson on Goldenrods

β€œI know the lands are lit With all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.”
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Helen Hunt Jackson on Passion

β€œBee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?”

Helen Hunt Jackson on Day

β€œO sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.”
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Helen Hunt Jackson on March

β€œAh, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!”
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Helen Hunt Jackson on Farewell

β€œFriend, ahoy! Farewell! farewell! Grief unto grief, joy unto joy, Greeting and help the echoes tell Faint, but eternalβ€”Friend, ahoy!”

Helen Hunt Jackson on Bees

β€œ"O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles. Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells."”
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Helen Hunt Jackson on Friendship

β€œThe new is older than the old; And newest friend is oldest friend in this: That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss One thing we sought.”
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Helen Hunt Jackson on Honey

β€œ"O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles. Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells."”
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Helen Hunt Jackson on Monarchy

β€œOn 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.”
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About Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Maria (Fiske) Hunt Jackson (October 18, 1830 – August 12, 1885) was an American writer best known as the author of Ramona, a novel about the ill treatment of Native Americans in southern California.