Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

(22 March 1808 – 15 June 1877 / London)

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems

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

ONCE more, my harp! once more, although I thought
Never to wake thy silent strings again,
A wandering dream thy gentle chords have wrought,
And my sad heart, which long hath dwelt in pain,
Soars, like a wild bird from a cypress bough,
Into the poet's Heaven, and leaves dull grief below!

And unto Thee--the beautiful and pure--
Whose lot is cast amid that busy world

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