Helen Hunt Jackson
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Biography
Helen Hunt Jackson was an American poet and writer who became an activist for improved treatment of Native Americans by the United States government. She described the adverse effects of government actions in her history A Century of Dishonor (1881).
"Love has a tide!"
"There is nothing so skilful in its own defence as imperious pride. […] Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second; and so on till death."
"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."
"Then, gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,—it seemed the whole world, so limitless it stretched away at her feet,—feeling that infinite unspeakable sense of nearness to Heaven, remoteness from earth which comes only on mountain heights, she drew in a long breath of delight, and cried: "At last! At last, Alessandro! Here we are safe! This is freedom! This is Joy!""
"When Time is spent, Eternity begins."
"When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget."
"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer."
"Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand."
"When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget."
"Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand."
"O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind."
"As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it."
"If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful."
"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."
"O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind."
"The goldenrod is yellow,The corn is turning brown...The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down."
"Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?"
"Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black."
"We sail at sunrise daily "outward bound.""
"There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride."
"Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt and limps off the field piteous all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another."
"I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod."
"Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy."
"Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures such a smile if the artful but know it is the greatest weapon a face can have."
"Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy."