Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LITTLE NORA, OR THE PORTRAIT, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: I ask'd of little nora, but he drew Last Line: Still nursed her pile of summer-wreaths and smiled. Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies | ||||||||
I ask'd of little Nora, but he drew A piteous sigh - his answer did not come; My friend stood gazing on his daughter's tomb, Till, with a sudden shame, I saw it too; At last he said: 'She died three moons ago': So long entomb'd had little Nora been, So long I knew not of her father's woe! Then came her portrait forth, which I had seen, And he had shown with pride, when last we met; The same bright smile - the rose-o'erladen arms, And all her pretty sum of infant-charms; But lo! a fair memorial tress was set, Facing the porcelain picture, where his child Still nursed her pile of summer-wreaths and smiled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST CHILDREN by RANDALL JARRELL THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN MELANCHOLY; AN ODE by WILLIAM BROOME SISTERS IN ARMS by AUDRE LORDE A BOTANICAL TROPE by WILLIAM MEREDITH FOR MOHAMMED ZEID OF GAZA, AGE 15 by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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