Poet Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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kevin_jochens: Like the poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton: There was a dearth of women's nursing, a dearth of women's tears

LivingKindness: "Until I truly loved, I was alone." — Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton ^

LivingKindness: "Until I truly loved, I was alone." — Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton ^

LivingKindness: "Until I truly loved, I was alone." — Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton ^

lilli95684216: “For I was still a truant bird, that thought his home a cage” caroline elizabeth sarah norton, bingen on the rhine

lilli95684216: “My heart leaped forth to hear him” caroline elizabeth sarah norton, bingen on the rhine

lilli95684216: “And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame,” caroline elizabeth sarah norton, bingen on the rhine

lilli95684216: "There's another,--not a sister; in the happy days gone by” caroline elizabeth sarah norton, bingen on the rhine

lilli95684216: “Tell her the last night of my life (for, ere the moon be risen, My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of prison),-- I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine” caroline elizabeth sarah norton, bingen on the rhine

LivingKindness: "Until I truly loved, I was alone." — Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton ^

amaraanthos: We have been friends together (...) We have been gay together,- Shall a light word part us now? (...) We have been sad together,- O, what shall part us now?" We have been friends together - Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

LivingKindness: "Until I truly loved, I was alone." — Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton ^

LivingKindness: "Until I truly loved, I was alone." — Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton ^

CailinCeltic: Surely a hard clasped mine with greetings fond ! A name is murmured by my lips with pain; Woe for that sound,woe for love's broken bond. I start,I wake,I am alone again. Dreams - Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Artwork - Svetlana Sewell

LivingKindness: "Until I truly loved, I was alone." — Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton ^

LivingKindness: "Until I truly loved, I was alone." — Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton ^

LivingKindness: "Until I truly loved, I was alone." — Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton ^

AnOilithrigh: And overtly misogynistic? Elizabeth Jesser Reid Caroline Norton Ada Lovelace Queen Victoria Florence Nightingale Sarah Emily Davies Emmeline Pankhurst Marie Curie Elizabeth Garrett Anderson

nicratwoman: I weep when I gaze on the scentless buds Which never can bloom or fade; And I turn with a sigh to those gay green f...

nicratwoman: When jewels are sparkling round me, And dazzling with their rays, I weep for the ties that bound me In life's first...

nicratwoman: I have snatched at each toy that could render More rapid the flight of Time's wings. But vainly I've sought for joy...

nicratwoman: I HAVE tasted each varied pleasure, And drunk of the cup of delight; I have danced to the gayest measure In the hal...

JeromeTussand: Hemos sido amigos. We Have Been Friends Together, Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (1808-1877)

SRC_Dayton: Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave. ~Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

PoemHunterCom: The Lament For Shuil Donald's Daughter - Poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Wishing You All a Great Saturday.....

paoladegli62: The Lament For Shuil Donald's Daughter Poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - Poem Hunter

nicratwoman: Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave. ~Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

FunMazaWorld: RT OnlineSongsCo: I Do Not Love Thee - Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

OnlineSongsCo: I Do Not Love Thee - Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Poem of the day

Dust
 by Sara Teasdale

When I went to look at what had long been hidden,
A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire -
But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.

I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes -
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
...

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