Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems
The Fallen Leaves I.
WE stand among the fallen leaves,
Sonnet Ii RAPHAEL.
BLESS'D wert thou, whom Death, and not Decay,
Old Friends HOW are they waned and faded from our hearts,
The old companions of our early days!
Of all the many loved, which name imparts
The Winter—s Walk MARK'D--as the hours should be, Fate bids us spend
With one illustrious, or a cherish'd friend-- Rich in the value of that double claim,
To Ferdinand Seymour ROSY child, with forehead fair,
Coral lip, and shining hair, In whose mirthful, clever eyes
The Faithful Friend O, FRIEND! whose heart the grave doth shroud from human joy or woe,
Know'st thou who wanders by thy tomb, with footsteps sad and slow? Know'st thou whose brow is dark with grief? whose eyes are dim with tears?
Sonnet X TO TAGLIONI.
SPIRIT of Grace, whose airy footsteps fall
Sonnet Xiv OH! crystal eyes, in which my image lay
While I was near, as in a fountain's wave; Let it not in like manner pass away
The Faithless Knight THE lady she sate in her bower alone,
And she gaz'd from the lattice window high, Where a white steed's hoofs were ringing on,
The Child Of The Islands - Autumn I.
BROWN Autumn cometh, with her liberal hand
The Rebel WITH none to heed or mark
The prisoner in his cell, In a dungeon, lone and dark,
To The Lady H.o. I.
COME o'er the green hills to the sunny sea!
The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion I.
MY lay is ended! closed the circling year,
First Love YES, I know that you once were my lover,
But that sort of thing has an end, And though love and its transports are over,
The Cold Change In the cold change which time hath wrought on love
(The snowy winter of his summer prime), Should a chance sigh or sudden tear-drop move
On The Purple And White Carnation 'TWAS a bright May morn, and each opening flower
Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower; Young Love, who was fluttering round, espied
The Lady Of La Garaye - Dedication FRIEND of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife,
Patient and kind through many a wild appeal; In the arena of thy brilliant life
Sonnet Xix But since, in all that brief Life's narrow scope,
No day pass'd by without some gentle deed, Let us not 'mourn like them that have no hope,'
The King Of Denmark—s Ride WORD was brought to the Danish king
(Hurry!) That the love of his heart lay suffering,
The Lady Of La Garaye - Conclusion PEACE to their ashes! Far away they lie,
Among their poor, beneath the equal sky. Among their poor, who blessed them ere they went
Description Of A Lost Friend FROM THE MORNING POST.
LOST--near the 'Change in the city,
Sonnet Vii LIKE an enfranchised bird, who wildly springs,
With a keen sparkle in his glancing eye And a strong effort in his quivering wings,
The Wanderer Looking Into Other Homes A LONE, wayfaring wretch I saw, who stood
Wearily pausing by the wicket gate; And from his eyes there streamed a bitter flood,
The Lady Of La Garaye - Part Iii NEVER again! When first that sentence fell
From lips so loth the bitter truth to tell, Death seemed the balance of its burdening care,
Sonnet Xiii THE WEAVER.
LITTLE they think, the giddy and the vain,
As When From Dreams Awaking AS when from dreams awaking
The dim forms float away
Whose visioned smiles were making
The Reprieve A MOMENT since, he stood unmoved--alone;
Courage and thought on his resolvēd brow; But hope is quivering in the broken tone,
The Picture Of Sappho I.
THOU! whose impassion'd face
The Rock Of The Betrayed I.
IT was a Highland chieftain's son
Mary YES, we were happy once, and care
My jocund heart could ne'er surprise; My treasures were, her golden hair,
The Undying One- Canto Iii 'THERE is a sound the autumn wind doth make
Howling and moaning, listlessly and low: Methinks that to a heart that ought to break
The Dream 'TWAS summer eve; the changeful beams still play'd
On the fir-bark and through the beechen shade; Still with soft crimson glow'd each floating cloud;
The Greek Girl—s Lament For Her Lover IMRA! thy form is vanished
From the proud and patriot band; Imra! thy voice is silent,
We Have Been Friends Together WE have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade; Since first beneath the chestnut-trees
The Forsaken I.
IT is the music of her native land,--
Sonnet Iii THE FORNARINA.
AND bless'd was she thou lovedst, for whose sake
Sonnet Viii TO MY BOOKS.
SILENT companions of the lonely hour,
Sonnet Ix TO THE COUNTESS HELÃ?NE ZAVADOWSKY.
WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
The Visionary Portrait I.
As by his lonely hearth he sate,
The Lament For Shuil Donald—s Daughter I.
IN old Shuil Donald's cottage there are many voices weeping,
Twilight IT is the twilight hour,
The daylight toil is done, And the last rays are departing
The Undying One - Canto Iv 'TIS done--the night has pass'd away;
And, basking in the sunny day, The laughing fountain's waters bear
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
The Poplar Field 'The poplars are fell'd: farewell to the shade,
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade;
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
The Pilgrim Of Life. PILGRIM, who toilest up life's weary steep,
To reach the summit still with pleasure crowned;
Born but to sigh and smile; to sin and weep,
My Childhood's Home I HAVE tasted each varied pleasure,
And drunk of the cup of delight;
I have danced to the gayest measure
Sonnet Xvi WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded!
When thou wert carried to thy silent rest, And every brow with heavy gloom was shaded,
The Mother—s Last Watch Written on the occasion of the death of the infant daughter of Her Grace the Duchess of Sutherland.
My Native Land! WHERE is the minstrel's native land?
Where the flames of light and feeling glow; Where the flowers are wreathed for beauty's brow;
The Child Of The Islands - Spring I.
WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Total 116 poems written by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton