Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

(22 March 1808 – 15 June 1877 / London)

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems

1. The Undying One' - Canto I 4/15/2010
2. The Undying One - Canto Ii 4/15/2010
3. The Undying One- Canto Iii 4/15/2010
4. The Undying One - Canto Iv 4/15/2010
5. Description Of A Lost Friend 4/15/2010
6. I Was Not False To Thee 4/15/2010
7. Mary 4/15/2010
8. May-Day, 1837 4/15/2010
9. Old Friends 4/15/2010
10. On Seeing Anthony, The Eldest Child Of Lord And Lady Ashley 4/15/2010
11. Picture Of Twilight 4/15/2010
12. Recollections 4/15/2010
13. Sonnet I 4/15/2010
14. Sonnet Ii 4/15/2010
15. Sonnet Iii 4/15/2010
16. Sonnet Iv 4/15/2010
17. Sonnet Ix 4/15/2010
18. Sonnet V 4/15/2010
19. Sonnet Xix 4/15/2010
20. Sonnet Xv 4/15/2010
21. Sonnet Xvi 4/15/2010
22. Sonnet Xvii 4/15/2010
23. Sonnet Xviii 4/15/2010
24. The Autumn Wind 4/15/2010
25. The Banner Of The Covenanters 4/15/2010
26. Sonnet Viii 4/15/2010
27. Sonnet X 4/15/2010
28. Sonnet Xi 4/15/2010
29. Sonnet Xii 4/15/2010
30. Sonnet Xiii 4/15/2010
31. The Bride 4/15/2010
32. The Captive Pirate 4/15/2010
33. The Careless Word 4/15/2010
34. The Child Of Earth 4/15/2010
35. The Child Of The Islands - Autumn 4/15/2010
36. The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion 4/15/2010
37. The Child Of The Islands - Opening 4/15/2010
38. The Child Of The Islands - Summer 4/15/2010
39. The Child Of The Islands - Winter 4/15/2010
40. The Christening 4/15/2010
Best Poem of Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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 ...

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Babel

KNOW ye in ages past that tower
By human hands built strong and high?
Arch over arch, with magic power,
Rose proudly each successive hour,
To reach the happy sky.

It rose, till human pride was crushed--
Quick came the unexpected change;
A moment every tone was hushed,

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