Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems
- My Heart Is Like A Withered Nu... MY heart is like a withered ...
- I Do Not Love Thee I DO not love thee! - no! I do not love ...
- Love Not LOVE not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay! ...
- I Was Not False To Thee I WAS not false to thee, and yet My...
- Dreams SURELY I heard a voice-surely my name Was breathed ...
- First Love YES, I know that you once were my lover, But ...
- The Arab's Farewell To His Hor... MY beautiful! my beautiful! ...
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton was a famous British society beauty, feminist, social reformer, and author of the early and mid nineteenth century.
Youth and Marriage
Caroline was born in London, England to Thomas Sheridan and Caroline Henrietta Callander. Her father was an actor, soldier, and colonial administrator, and the son of the prominent Irish playwright and Whig statesman Richard Brinsley Sheridan. Her mother was Scottish, the daughter of a landed gentleman, Col. Sir James Callander of Craigforth and Lady Elizabeth MacDonnell, the sister of an Irish peer, Lord Antrim. Mrs. Sheridan authored three short novels described by one her daughter's biographers as ... more »
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My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut!
MY heart is like a withered nut,
Rattling within its hollow shell;
You cannot ope my breast, and put
Any thing fresh with it to dwell.
The hopes and dreams that filled it when
Life's spring of glory met my view,
Are gone! and ne'er with joy or pain
That shrunken heart shall swell anew.
My heart is like a withered nut;
Once it was soft to every touch,
But now 'tis stern and closely shut;--
I would not have to plead with such.
Each light-toned voice once cleared my brow,
Each gentle breeze once shook the tree
Where hung the sun-lit ...