Helen Hunt Jackson

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

Helen Hunt Jackson Poems

41. Crossed Threads 1/3/2003
42. A Calendar Of Sonnets: June 1/3/2003
43. An Arctic Quest 1/3/2003
44. Danger 1/3/2003
45. A Calendar Of Sonnets: February 1/3/2003
46. Freedom 1/3/2003
47. A Calendar Of Sonnets: March 1/3/2003
48. A Calendar Of Sonnets: August 1/3/2003
49. Chance 1/3/2003
50. A Calendar Of Sonnets: July 1/3/2003
51. A Calendar Of Sonnets: December 1/3/2003
52. A Calendar Of Sonnets: September 1/3/2003
53. A Calendar Of Sonnets: November 1/3/2003
54. A Calendar Of Sonnets: April 1/3/2003
55. September 12/31/2002
56. A Calendar Of Sonnets: October 1/3/2003
57. A Dream 1/3/2003
58. October's Bright Blue Weather 1/3/2003
59. A Calendar Of Sonnets: January 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Helen Hunt Jackson

A Calendar Of Sonnets: January

O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn
The bridges thou dost lay where men desire
In vain to build.
O Heart, when Love's sun goes
To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,
Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.
Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.
Walk ...

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Songs Of Battle

Old as the world--no other things so old;
Nay, older than the world, else, how had sprung
Such lusty strength in them when earth was young?--
Stand valor and its passion hot and bold,
Insatiate of battle. How, else, told
Blind men, born blind, that red was fitting tongue
Mute, eloquent, to show how trumpets rung
When armies charged adn battle-flags unfurled?
Who sings of valor speaks for life, for death,

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