Who is Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Hunt Jackson (pen name, H.H.; born Helen Maria Fiske; 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 t...
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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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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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Edgardlemaire: "it was sheep-shearing time in southern california, but sheep-shearing was late at the senora moreno's. the fates had seemed to combine to put it off. in the first place, felipe moreno had been ill. he was the senora's eldest son, and since his..." helen hunt jackson - ramona
Aydmnl: bits of colorado: helen hunt jackson's writings for young readers htsgvmy
Queenofbithynia: helen hunt jackson writing to grover cleveland from her deathbed demanding that he read her book ("from my deathbed i [...] ask you to read my [book]) is such an inspiration it was an important book he should have read. but this would be admirable even if it hadn't been
Cosmuseum: if you guessed egg cup or eggcup, then you are correct! this egg cup is part of a set of five on exhibit in the helen hunt jackson house. still available for purchase today, egg cups are used to hold and serve boiled eggs within their shell.
Anthonyesolen: my quote about the great place to live: "h.h.," helen hunt jackson, in the century, writing from careful research (incl interviews of people who remembered the time) into the california missions. those indians were then the wealthiest people west of the mississippi.
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