Author: Helen Hunt Jackson

Quotes

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

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

- Helen Hunt Jackson

O month when they who love must love and wed.

O month when they who love must love and wed.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

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

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

- Helen Hunt Jackson

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

Love has a tide!

Love has a tide!

- Helen Hunt Jackson

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