Poet Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems

  • 1.  
    WE stand among the fallen leaves,
  • 2.  
    BLESS'D wert thou, whom Death, and not Decay,
  • 3.  
    HOW are they waned and faded from our hearts,
    The old companions of our early days! Of all the many loved, which name imparts
  • 4.  
    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,
  • 5.  
    ROSY child, with forehead fair,
    Coral lip, and shining hair, In whose mirthful, clever eyes
  • 6.  
    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?
  • 7.  
    SPIRIT of Grace, whose airy footsteps fall
  • 8.  
    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
  • 9.  
    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,
  • 10.  
    BROWN Autumn cometh, with her liberal hand
  • 11.  
    WITH none to heed or mark
    The prisoner in his cell, In a dungeon, lone and dark,
  • 12.  
    COME o'er the green hills to the sunny sea!
  • 13.  
    MY lay is ended! closed the circling year,
  • 14.  
    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,
  • 15.  
    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
  • 16.  
    'TWAS a bright May morn, and each opening flower
    Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower; Young Love, who was fluttering round, espied
  • 17.  
    FRIEND of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife,
    Patient and kind through many a wild appeal; In the arena of thy brilliant life
  • 18.  
    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,'
  • 19.  
    WORD was brought to the Danish king
    (Hurry!) That the love of his heart lay suffering,
  • 20.  
    PEACE to their ashes! Far away they lie,
    Among their poor, beneath the equal sky. Among their poor, who blessed them ere they went
  • 21.  
    LOST--near the 'Change in the city,
  • 22.  
    LIKE an enfranchised bird, who wildly springs,
    With a keen sparkle in his glancing eye And a strong effort in his quivering wings,
  • 23.  
    A LONE, wayfaring wretch I saw, who stood
    Wearily pausing by the wicket gate; And from his eyes there streamed a bitter flood,
  • 24.  
    NEVER again! When first that sentence fell
    From lips so loth the bitter truth to tell, Death seemed the balance of its burdening care,
  • 25.  
    LITTLE they think, the giddy and the vain,
  • 26.  
    AS when from dreams awaking
    The dim forms float away Whose visioned smiles were making
  • 27.  
    A MOMENT since, he stood unmoved--alone;
    Courage and thought on his resolvēd brow; But hope is quivering in the broken tone,
  • 28.  
    THOU! whose impassion'd face
  • 29.  
    IT was a Highland chieftain's son
  • 30.  
    YES, we were happy once, and care
    My jocund heart could ne'er surprise; My treasures were, her golden hair,
  • 31.  
    'THERE is a sound the autumn wind doth make
    Howling and moaning, listlessly and low: Methinks that to a heart that ought to break
  • 32.  
    '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;
  • 33.  
    IMRA! thy form is vanished
    From the proud and patriot band; Imra! thy voice is silent,
  • 34.  
    WE have been friends together,
    In sunshine and in shade; Since first beneath the chestnut-trees
  • 35.  
    IT is the music of her native land,--
  • 36.  
    AND bless'd was she thou lovedst, for whose sake
  • 37.  
    SILENT companions of the lonely hour,
  • 38.  
    WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
  • 39.  
    As by his lonely hearth he sate,
  • 40.  
    IN old Shuil Donald's cottage there are many voices weeping,
  • 41.  
    IT is the twilight hour,
    The daylight toil is done, And the last rays are departing
  • 42.  
    'TIS done--the night has pass'd away;
    And, basking in the sunny day, The laughing fountain's waters bear
  • 43.  
    MY heart is like a withered nut,
    Rattling within its hollow shell; You cannot ope my breast, and put
  • 44.  
    '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,
  • 45.  
    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,
  • 46.  
    I HAVE tasted each varied pleasure,
    And drunk of the cup of delight; I have danced to the gayest measure
  • 47.  
    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,
  • 48.  
    Written on the occasion of the death of the infant daughter of Her Grace the Duchess of Sutherland.
  • 49.  
    WHERE is the minstrel's native land?
    Where the flames of light and feeling glow; Where the flowers are wreathed for beauty's brow;
  • 50.  
    WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Total 116 poems written by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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