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Helen Hunt Jackson

(18 October 1830 – 12 August 1885 / Amherst, Massachusetts)

Quotations

  • ''Oh, write of me, not "Died in bitter pains,"
    But "Emigrated to another star!"''
    Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885), U.S. writer, poet. Emigravit.
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  • ''O suns and skies and clouds of June,
    And flowers of June together,
    Ye cannot rival for one hour
    October's bright blue weather.''
    Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885), U.S. writer ("H. H."; "Saxe Holm"). October's Bright Blue Weather (l. 1-4). . . Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) Doubleday & Company.
  • ''The goldenrod is yellow,
    The corn is turning brown,
    The trees in apple orchards
    With fruit are bending down.''
    Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885), U.S. writer ("H. H."; "Saxe Holm"). September (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of Children's Verse in America, The. Donald Hall, ed. (1985) Oxford University Press.
  • ''By all these lovely tokens
    September days are here,
    With summer's best of weather
    And autumn's best of cheer.''
    Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885), U.S. writer ("H. H."; "Saxe Holm"). September (l. 17-20). . . Oxford Book of Children's Verse in America, The. Donald Hall, ed. (1985) Oxford University Press.

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Morn

In what a strange bewilderment do we
Awake each morn from out the brief night's sleep.
Our struggling consciousness doth grope and creep
Its slow way back, as if it could not free
Itself from bonds unseen. Then Memory,
Like sudden light, outflashes from its deep
The joy or grief which it had last to keep
For us; and by the joy or grief we see
The new day dawneth like the yesterday;

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