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Quotes from Poems — Helen Hunt Jackson

1830–1885 United States

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5 quotes

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

Poems (1892)

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

Poems (1892)

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)

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

Poems (1892)

Attribution

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