The Poet’s Choice (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
I.'Twas in youth, that hour of dreaming; Round me, visions fair were beaming, Golden fancies, brightly gleaming, Such as start ...
I.'Twas in youth, that hour of dreaming; Round me, visions fair were beaming, Golden fancies, brightly gleaming, Such as start ...
I.HUSH, moaning autumn wind! be still, be still! Thy grieving voice forbiddeth hearts to rest; We hear thee sweeping down ...
WITH none to heed or mark The prisoner in his cell, In a dungeon, lone and dark, He tuned his ...
I.IN old Shuil Donald's cottage there are many voices weeping, And stifled sobs, and murmurings of sorrow wild and vain, ...
AS when from dreams awakingThe dim forms float awayWhose visioned smiles were makingOur darkness bright as day;We vainly strive, while ...
I.WEEP not for him that dieth-- For he sleeps, and is at rest; And the couch whereon he lieth Is ...
IMRA! thy form is vanished From the proud and patriot band; Imra! thy voice is silent, 'Mongst the voices of ...
MY heart is like a withered nut, Rattling within its hollow shell; You cannot ope my breast, and put Any ...
I.I went, alone, to the old familiar place Where we often met,-- When the twilight soften'd thy bright and radiant ...
TO MISS AUGUSTA COWELL. WHEN thy light fingers touch ...
SURELY I heard a voice—surely my name Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart! I listened—and the low wind ...
PRINCESS MARIE OF WIRTEMBURG.WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded! When thou wert carried to thy silent rest, And ...
Gleam'd the red sun athwart the misty hazeWhich veil'd the cold earth from its loving gaze,Feeble and sad as hope ...
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