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Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?
Helen Hunt Jackson
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Helen Hunt Jackson
Age: 54 †
Born: 1830
Born: October 15
Died: 1885
Died: September 12
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Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson
Helen Fiske
H. H. Jackson
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Helen Maria Fiske Jackson
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Helen Maria Hunt Jackson
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Who longest waits most surely wins.
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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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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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