As When From Dreams Awaking (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
AS when from dreams awakingThe dim forms float awayWhose visioned smiles were makingOur darkness bright as day;We vainly strive, while ...
AS when from dreams awakingThe dim forms float awayWhose visioned smiles were makingOur darkness bright as day;We vainly strive, while ...
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, ...
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, ...
NEVER again! When first that sentence fell From lips so loth the bitter truth to tell, Death seemed the balance ...
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
I.IT is the music of her native land,-- The airs she used to love in happier days; The lute is ...
'TWAS a bright May morn, and each opening flower Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower; Young Love, who was fluttering ...
Written on the occasion of the death of the infant daughter of Her Grace the Duchess of Sutherland. I.HARK, through ...
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.BY the rush of the Rhine's broad stream, Down whose rapid tide We sailed as in some sweet dream Sitting ...
I.FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow; Yet doth she ...
DO you remember all the sunny places, Where in bright days, long past, we played together? Do you remember all ...
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 ...
AS when from dreams awakingThe dim forms float awayWhose visioned smiles were makingOur darkness bright as day;We vainly strive, while ...
SURELY I heard a voice—surely my name Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart! I listened—and the low wind ...
THE MOSS-WALK AT MARKLY, SUSSEX.(To S.D.)GREEN avenue, whose shadow dim and sweet Pleasantly shelter'd me in days of yore, Dear ...
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