A Voice From The Factories (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
'TIS done--the night has pass'd away; And, basking in the sunny day, The laughing fountain's waters bear No record of ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
I.SHE came to England from the island clime Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave; She died in early youth--before ...
AH! I remember when I was a girl How my hair naturally used to curl, And how my aunt four ...
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
I CANNOT love thee, tho' thy soul Be one which all good thoughts control; Altho' thy eyes be starry bright, ...
(Of my Brother's infant Son, February 21, 1839.)I.THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay, And hurried welcomes, as ...
I.ONCE more the people meet, With glad expectant faces: once again The fair young monarch and her lovely train, With ...
I.AH, cease to plead with that sweet cheerful voice, Nor bid me struggle with a weight of woe, Lest from ...
MY beautiful! my beautiful! that standest meekly by With thy proudly arched and glossy neck, and dark and fiery eye; ...
I.WHEN first, beloved, in vanish'd hours The blind man sought thy love to gain, They said thy cheek was bright ...
I.WHEN first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond, My eldest-born, first hope, and dearest treasure, My heart received thee with ...
Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone, Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:-- ...
I.THOU! whose impassion'd face The Painter loves to trace, Theme of the Sculptor's art and Poet's story-- How many a ...
OH! treasured thus by passion's slave, Dear relic of the bygone year; Say, what remains of her who gave? The ...
ROSY child, with forehead fair, Coral lip, and shining hair, In whose mirthful, clever eyes Such a world of gladness ...
COME to the grave--the silent grave! and dream Of a light, happy voice--so full of joy, That those who heard ...
WHEN, poor in all but hope and love, I clasped thee to my faithful heart; For wealth and fame I ...
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