Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

(22 March 1808 – 15 June 1877 / London)

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems

81. The Fallen Leaves 4/15/2010
82. The Dream 4/15/2010
83. The Dying Hour 4/15/2010
84. The Child Of The Islands - Spring 4/15/2010
85. The Chapel Royal St. James’s, On The 10th February, 1840 4/15/2010
86. Sonnet Vi 4/15/2010
87. Sonnet Vii 4/15/2010
88. On The Purple And White Carnation 4/15/2010
89. Dedication 4/15/2010
90. Edward 4/15/2010
91. Love Not 1/1/2004
92. The King Of Denmark’s Ride 1/1/2004
93. An Emblem Of Life 4/15/2010
94. Escape From The Snares Of Love 4/15/2010
95. I Cannot Love Thee! 4/15/2010
96. Recollections Of A Faded Beauty 4/15/2010
97. Sonnet Xiv 4/15/2010
98. The Blind Man’s Bride 4/15/2010
99. The Crooked Sixpence 4/15/2010
100. The Mother’s Heart 4/15/2010
101. The Winter’s Walk 4/15/2010
102. When Poor In All But Hope And Love 4/15/2010
103. As When From Dreams Awaking 4/15/2010
104. My Native Land! 4/15/2010
105. The Faithful Guardian 4/15/2010
106. The Boatswain’s Song 4/15/2010
107. Ifs 4/15/2010
108. My Childhood's Home 4/15/2010
109. Babel 4/15/2010
110. A Destiny 4/15/2010
111. First Love 4/15/2010
112. Dreams 4/15/2010
113. The Cold Change 4/15/2010
114. The Faithless Knight 4/15/2010
115. I Do Not Love Thee 1/4/2003
116. A Voice From The Factories 4/15/2010
117. The Arab's Farewell To His Horse 4/15/2010
118. We Have Been Friends Together 1/1/2004
119. My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut! 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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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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