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Helen Hunt Jackson

"Love has a tide!"

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"Love has a tide!"

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"When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget."
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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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"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."
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"Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy."
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"On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead."
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"I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod."
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"When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery."
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"Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?"
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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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