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Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

1830–1885 United States

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.

United States
19th-century poets
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Also known as: Helen (Fiske) Hunt Jackson, Helen Hunt (Fiske) Jackson, Helen Maria Fiske, Helen Maria Hunt Jackson, Helen Maria Jackson, Jackson, Helen Hunt

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

Poems (1892)

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

On the king’s gate the moss grew gray;
The king came not. They called him dead;
And made his eldest son one day
Slave in his father’s stead.

Verses (1874)

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

The voice of one who goes before to make
The paths of June more beautiful, is thine
Sweet May!

Verses (1874)

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

Poems (1892)

O proudly name their names who bravely sail
To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbines twining.

Poems (1892)

Father, I scarcely dare to pray,
So clear I see, now it is done,
That I have wasted half my day,
And left my work but just begun.

Poems (1892)

[A]ll lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.

Verses (1874)

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

Poems (1892)

Like a blind spinner in the sun,
I tread my days;
I know that all the threads will run
Appointed ways;
I know each day will bring its task,
And, being blind, no more I ask.

Verses (1874)

The 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.

Friend, ahoy! Farewell! farewell!
Grief unto grief, joy unto joy,
Greeting and help the echoes tell
Faint, but eternal—Friend, ahoy!

And every bird I ever knew
Back and forth in the summer flew;
And breezes wafted over me
The scent of every flower and tree;
Till I forgot the pain and gloom
And silence of my darkened room.

Verses (1874)

We have flattered ourselves by inventing proverbs of comparison in matter of blindness,—"blind as a bat," for instance. It would be safe to say that 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.

Ramona (1884)

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Helen Hunt Jackson (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.