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

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  Life, Great Love, Red

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1872). “Verses”, p.71

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• Who longest wait of all surely wins.

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  Winning, Waiting

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• For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,- Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way.

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  Children, Flower, Tired

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1872). “Verses”, p.86

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• O month when they who love must love and wed.

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  Wedding, Months, May

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1891). “A Calendar of Sonnets”, p.7, Library of Alexandria

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• Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.

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  Men, Hoe, Vices

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• 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.

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  Heart, Sleep, Loss

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1891). “A Calendar of Sonnets”, p.3, Library of Alexandria

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• O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

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  Sea, Names, Snow

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1877). “Verses”, p.188

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• The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

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  Yellow, Apples, Bending Down

  Helen Hunt Jackson, “September”

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• 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

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  Animal, Majority, Bats

  Helen Hunt Jackson (2010). “Ramona”, p.156, Modern Library

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• 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.

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  Hurt, Pride, Vanity

  Helen Hunt Jackson (2010). “Ramona”, p.150, Modern Library

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• On the king's gate the moss grew gray;The king came not. They called him deadAnd made his eldest son one daySlave in his father's stead.

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  Kings, Father, Son

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1872). “Verses”, p.61

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• The new is older than the old;
  And newest friend is oldest friend in this:
  That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss
  One thing we sought.

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  Friends, Waiting, Missing

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1872). “Verses”, p.62

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• O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions,--sweeter days are thine!

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  Sweet, Passion, Wine

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• O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.

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  Sweet, White, Shining

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1872). “Verses”, p.46

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• Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted,
  spite of ugly looks and threats,
  And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!

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  Art, Nursing, Sight

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1872). “Verses”, p.85

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• The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.

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  Eye, California, Southern

  Antoinette May, Helen Hunt Jackson (1989). “The annotated Ramona”, Wide World Pub Tetra

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• No days such honored days as these! While yet
  Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide
  For some fair thing which should forever bide
  On earth, her beauteous memory to set
  In fitting frame that no age could forget,
  Her name in lovely April's name did hide,
  And leave it there, eternally allied
  To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Memories, Spring, Flower

  Helen Hunt Jackson, “A Calendar Of Sonnets: April”

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