Poems by Caroline Norton
Sonnet XVIII
... [Inscribed, with deep and earnest sympathy, to her Mother, The Countess of Carlisle ...
I Cannot Love Thee!
... d choice. Therefore, when thine eyes shall read ...
The Greek Girls Lament For Her Lover
... And the bright hope that was burning ...
The Wanderer Looking Into Other Homes
... Through the clear lattice, on the hearth's wide stone, ...
On The Purple And White Carnation
... 'Twas Love! and the dew-drops that blushed on the wound ...
Picture of Twilight
... And, though such radiance round him brightly glows, ...
Sonnet I
... The blush which tints that cheek with roseate glow,-- ...
The Sense Of Beauty
... But oh! how bright to him, whose hand thou dost inspire! ...
Twilight
... And the stiff limbs warm'd and bent them ...
The Creole Girl; Or, The Physicians Story
... XVIII. Least, least of all for thee! Thou art gone hence! ...
The Widow To Her Sons Betrothed
... Kiss'd thy smooth cheek, and praised thy burnish'd hair ...
"The Undying One" - Canto I
... and it came Tainting my life with pains like hell's dark flame ...
My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut!
... Each light-toned voice once cleared my brow, ...
The Mothers Heart
... Still, round the loved, thy heart found force to bind, ...
The Christening
... With Prayer,--which lifteth hearts, and quelleth strife! ...
