Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

(22 March 1808 – 15 June 1877 / London)

My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut! - Poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

MY heart is like a withered nut,
Rattling within its hollow shell;
You cannot ope my breast, and put
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Comments about My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut! by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

  • Susan Williams (3/3/2017 2:54:00 PM)

    She might as well be a prisoner locked in a windowless cell- -the normal love-filled life of a well-married woman is not hers and is not apt to ever be... until her betraying husband dies at which time she will probably be too old to rise again and unfortunately too bitter to realize there are men who would love her truely and well. (Report) Reply

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  • Shelley Stanworth (2/1/2014 2:38:00 PM)

    brimming with sorrow and anguish. compelling read (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (2/1/2014 2:30:00 AM)

    Heart of a poet is more tender than petal of a flower. it can realise all ups and downs of life.
    lovely ink.
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