Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

(22 March 1808 – 15 June 1877 / London)

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems

1. The Undying One - Canto Ii 4/15/2010
2. The Undying One' - Canto I 4/15/2010
3. Sonnet X 4/15/2010
4. Sonnet Xiii 4/15/2010
5. The Tryst 4/15/2010
6. To Ferdinand Seymour 4/15/2010
7. Would I Were With Thee! 4/15/2010
8. Weep Not For Him That Dieth 4/15/2010
9. To The Lady H.O. 4/15/2010
10. The Ringlet 4/15/2010
11. The Mother’s Last Watch 4/15/2010
12. Sonnet Xvi 4/15/2010
13. Sonnet Vii 4/15/2010
14. The King Of Denmark’s Ride 1/1/2004
15. Twilight 4/15/2010
16. The Widow To Her Son’s Betrothed 4/15/2010
17. The Lady Of La Garaye - Conclusion 4/15/2010
18. The Careless Word 4/15/2010
19. The Rock Of The Betrayed 4/15/2010
20. The Mourners 4/15/2010
21. The Name 4/15/2010
22. The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion 4/15/2010
23. The Child Of The Islands - Winter 4/15/2010
24. The Banner Of The Covenanters 4/15/2010
25. The Creole Girl; Or, The Physician’s Story 4/15/2010
26. The Autumn Wind 4/15/2010
27. The Child Of Earth 4/15/2010
28. Sonnet Ix 4/15/2010
29. The Undying One - Canto Iv 4/15/2010
30. Recollections 4/15/2010
31. The Lady Of La Garaye - Prologue 4/15/2010
32. The Reprieve 4/15/2010
33. The Lady Of La Garaye - Part I 4/15/2010
34. The Lady Of La Garaye - Part Ii 4/15/2010
35. The Lady Of La Garaye - Part Iii 4/15/2010
36. The Lady Of La Garaye - A Threnody 4/15/2010
37. The Forsaken 4/15/2010
38. The Greek Girl’s Lament For Her Lover 4/15/2010
39. The Rebel 4/15/2010
40. The Sense Of Beauty 4/15/2010

Comments about Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

  • lala ver''dictry (3/15/2018 12:56:00 PM)

    i hate this hoe and this is a crappy poem

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  • Aiden Gardner (11/4/2013 3:55:00 PM)

    good job i think that you are a great writer and this poem really speaks to me

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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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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