Dedication (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
ONCE more, my harp! once more, although I thought Never to wake thy silent strings again, A wandering dream thy ...
ONCE more, my harp! once more, although I thought Never to wake thy silent strings again, A wandering dream thy ...
MY beautiful! my beautiful! that standest meekly by With thy proudly arched and glossy neck, and dark and fiery eye; ...
IT was a fever-dream; I lay Awake, as in the broad bright day, But faint and worn I drew my ...
A LONE, wayfaring wretch I saw, who stood Wearily pausing by the wicket gate; And from his eyes there streamed ...
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 ...
I.WHEN first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond, My eldest-born, first hope, and dearest treasure, My heart received thee with ...
SHE is standing by her loved one's side, A young and a fair and a gentle bride, But mournfulness hath ...
HOW Memory haunts us! When we fain would be Alone and free, Uninterrupted by his mournful words, Faint, indistinct, as ...
Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone, Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:-- ...
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 ...
I.MAY-DAY is come!--While yet the unwillng Spring Checks with capricious frown the opening year, Onward, where bleak winds have been ...
THE captive pirate sate alone,Musing over triumphs gone,Gazing on the clear blue skyFrom his dungeon window high.Dreamingly he sate, and ...
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 ...
A WORD is ringing thro' my brain, It was not meant to give me pain; It had no tone to ...
I.As by his lonely hearth he sate, The shadow of a welcome dream Pass'd o'er his heart,--disconsolate His home did ...
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 ...
I.'Twas in youth, that hour of dreaming; Round me, visions fair were beaming, Golden fancies, brightly gleaming, Such as start ...
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 ...
I.HUSH, moaning autumn wind! be still, be still! Thy grieving voice forbiddeth hearts to rest; We hear thee sweeping down ...
COME to the grave--the silent grave! and dream Of a light, happy voice--so full of joy, That those who heard ...
THEY loved one another! young Edward and his wife,And in their cottage-home they dwelt, apart from sin and strife.Each evening ...
I.WE stand among the fallen leaves, Young children at our play, And laugh to see the yellow things Go rustling ...
WITH none to heed or mark The prisoner in his cell, In a dungeon, lone and dark, He tuned his ...
A CHEER to keep our hearts up, A cup to drown our tears, And we'll talk of those who perished, ...
I.IN old Shuil Donald's cottage there are many voices weeping, And stifled sobs, and murmurings of sorrow wild and vain, ...
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