Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

(22 March 1808 – 15 June 1877 / London)

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems

41. The Wanderer Looking Into Other Homes 4/15/2010
42. Sonnet I 4/15/2010
43. Sonnet Viii 4/15/2010
44. The Winter’s Walk 4/15/2010
45. The Fever-Dream 4/15/2010
46. The Lady Of La Garaye - Part Iv 4/15/2010
47. Sonnet Ii 4/15/2010
48. When Poor In All But Hope And Love 4/15/2010
49. Sonnet Iii 4/15/2010
50. On Seeing Anthony, The Eldest Child Of Lord And Lady Ashley 4/15/2010
51. The Undying One- Canto Iii 4/15/2010
52. Sonnet Xi 4/15/2010
53. Sonnet Xii 4/15/2010
54. Sonnet Xviii 4/15/2010
55. The German Student’s Love-Song 4/15/2010
56. The Faithful Guardian 4/15/2010
57. The Lost One 4/15/2010
58. The Bride 4/15/2010
59. Sonnet Xv 4/15/2010
60. The Faithful Friend 4/15/2010
61. The Pilgrim Of Life. 4/15/2010
62. The Hunting Horn Of Chalemagne 4/15/2010
63. The Dying Hour 4/15/2010
64. The Child Of The Islands - Spring 4/15/2010
65. The Child Of The Islands - Summer 4/15/2010
66. Sonnet Xvii 4/15/2010
67. Sonnet V 4/15/2010
68. Sonnet Iv 4/15/2010
69. The Dream 4/15/2010
70. Recollections Of A Faded Beauty 4/15/2010
71. The Lady Of La Garaye - Dedication 4/15/2010
72. The Future. 4/15/2010
73. The Christening 4/15/2010
74. The Child Of The Islands - Opening 4/15/2010
75. The Crooked Sixpence 4/15/2010
76. The Child Of The Islands - Autumn 4/15/2010
77. The Fallen Leaves 4/15/2010
78. The Poet’s Choice 4/15/2010
79. Sonnet Xiv 4/15/2010
80. The Blind Man’s Bride 4/15/2010

Comments about Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

  • 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

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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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