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 ...
'TIS done--the night has pass'd away; And, basking in the sunny day, The laughing fountain's waters bear No record of ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
RUINS! A charm is in the word: It makes us smile, it makes us sigh, 'Tis like the note of ...
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
NEVER again! When first that sentence fell From lips so loth the bitter truth to tell, Death seemed the balance ...
I WAS a laughing child, and gaily dweltWhere murmuring brooks, and dark blue rivers roll'd,And shadowy trees outspread their silent ...
(Of my Brother's infant Son, February 21, 1839.)I.THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay, And hurried welcomes, as ...
PEACE to their ashes! Far away they lie, Among their poor, beneath the equal sky. Among their poor, who blessed ...
FRIEND of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife, Patient and kind through many a wild appeal; In the arena ...
I.WHEN first, beloved, in vanish'd hours The blind man sought thy love to gain, They said thy cheek was bright ...
HOW Memory haunts us! When we fain would be Alone and free, Uninterrupted by his mournful words, Faint, indistinct, as ...
I.MAY-DAY is come!--While yet the unwillng Spring Checks with capricious frown the opening year, Onward, where bleak winds have been ...
I.THOU! whose impassion'd face The Painter loves to trace, Theme of the Sculptor's art and Poet's story-- How many a ...
DO you remember all the sunny places, Where in bright days, long past, we played together? Do you remember all ...
OH! treasured thus by passion's slave, Dear relic of the bygone year; Say, what remains of her who gave? The ...
PILGRIM, who toilest up life's weary steep, To reach the summit still with pleasure crowned;Born but to sigh and ...
LOW she lies, who blest our eyes Through many a sunny day; She may not smile, she will ...
COME to the grave--the silent grave! and dream Of a light, happy voice--so full of joy, That those who heard ...
WITH none to heed or mark The prisoner in his cell, In a dungeon, lone and dark, He tuned his ...
LIKE an enfranchised bird, who wildly springs, With a keen sparkle in his glancing eye And a strong effort in ...
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