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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

(22 March 1808 – 15 June 1877 / London)

Poems of Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

81. The Lady Of La Garaye - Conclusion 4/15/2010
82. The Lady Of La Garaye - Dedication 4/15/2010
83. The Lady Of La Garaye - Part I 4/15/2010
84. The Lady Of La Garaye - Part II 4/15/2010
85. The Lady Of La Garaye - Part III 4/15/2010
86. The Lady Of La Garaye - Part IV 4/15/2010
87. The Lady Of La Garaye - Prologue 4/15/2010
88. The Lament For Shuil Donald’s Daughter 4/15/2010
89. The Lost One 4/15/2010
90. The Mother’s Heart 4/15/2010
91. The Mother’s Last Watch 4/15/2010
92. The Mourners 4/15/2010
93. The Name 4/15/2010
94. The Picture Of Sappho 4/15/2010
95. The Pilgrim of Life. 4/15/2010
96. The Poet’s Choice 4/15/2010
97. The Poplar Field 4/15/2010
98. The Rebel 4/15/2010
99. The Reprieve 4/15/2010
100. The Ringlet 4/15/2010

An Emblem of Life

Oh! Life is like the summer rill, where weary daylight dies;
We long for morn to rise again, and blush along the skies:
For dull and dark that stream appears, whose waters in the day,
All glad, in conscious sunniness, went dancing on their way.
But when the glorious sun hath 'woke, and look'd upon the earth,
And over hill and dale there float the sounds of human mirth;
We sigh to see day hath not brought its perfect light to all,
For with the sunshine on those waves, the silent shadows fa

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