Who is Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Hunt Jackson (pen name, H.H.; October 15, 1830 – August 12, 1885), was an American poet and writer who became an activist on behalf of 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). Her novel Ramona (1884) dramatized the federal government's mistreatment of Native Americans in Southern California after the Mexican–American War and attracted considerable attention to her cause. Commercially popular, it was estimated to have been reprinted 300 times and most readers liked its romantic and picturesque qualities rather than its political content. The novel was so popular that it attracted many tourists to Southern California who wanted to see places ...
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Helen Hunt Jackson Poems

  • A Calendar Of Sonnets - September
    O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped!
    The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung
    On wands; the chestnut's yellow pennons tongue
    To every wind its harvest challenge. Steeped ...
  • A Calendar Of Sonnets - May
    O month when they who love must love and wed!
    Were one to go to worlds where May is naught,
    And seek to tell the memories he had brought
    From earth of thee, what were most fitly said? ...
  • A Calendar Of Sonnets - December
    The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
    Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:
    Far fairer than when placidly it streamed,
    The brook its frozen architecture makes, ...
  • A Calendar Of Sonnets - March
    Month which the warring ancients strangely styled
    The month of war,--as if in their fierce ways
    Were any month of peace!--in thy rough days
    I find no war in Nature, though the wild ...
  • A Calendar Of Sonnets - November
    This is the treacherous month when autumn days
    With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts.
    Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster lifts
    Her head and blooms again. The soft, warm haze ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Helen Hunt Jackson

Sweet 31 Love 20 I Love You 20 Earth 18 White 18 Never 17 Heart 14 Summer 13 Joy 13 Golden 13

Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

  • 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.
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Comments about Helen Hunt Jackson

  • Dvd_daddy: kiss of death (1995) a reformed convict goes undercover with the help of an angry detective to ensnare a psychotic mobster. david caruso, samuel l. jackson, nicolas cage, helen hunt, ving rhames, michael rapaport and stanley tucci.
  • Quizbot6: jacob augelli buzzed in on a tossup on jackson, helen hunt for power, stood up and dabbed.
  • Seemelwrite1: “but i,—i smile to think that days remain/ perhaps to me in which, though bread be sweet/ no more, and red wine warm my blood in vain,/ i shall be glad remembering how the fleet,/ lithe poppies ran like torchmen with the wheat.” -poppies on wheat, helen hunt jackson
  • Sandraccarrollw: happy mother’s day to the greatest of the great, my momma. she’s my anchor, she’s my earthly angel... “the woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to god." helen hunt jackson…
  • Xx_smjr06: "motherhood is priced of god, at price no man may dare to lessen or misunderstand." ~ helen hunt jackson squad loves suneeta maa
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Vain Hope
 by Ernest Dowson

Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!


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