Poems begining by C

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Christmas Eve

© Mathilde Blind

But I-a waif on earth where'er I roam-
Uprooted with life's bleeding hopes and fears
From that one heart that was my heart's sole home,
Feel the old pang pierce through the severing years,
And as I think upon the years to come
That fair star trembles through my falling tears.

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Caged

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

YOU think he sings a gladsome song!
Ah, well, he sings! but only see
How oft on glossy neck and breast
His bright head droops despondingly;
Or note the restless, eager bird
When a free minstrel's voice is heard.

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Chanson Dada

© Tristan Tzara

this is the song of a dadaist
who had dada in his heart
he tore his motor apart
he had dada in his heart

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Colonization Song

© Anonymous

Will you, will you be colonized?
Will you, will you be colonized?

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Couplet

© Meer Taqi Meer

O! That people like Meer are wondering helplessly in such a poor condition,
In love many nobles and elite have lost their dignity.

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Chiding

© David Bates

Reproach will seldom mend the young,


  If they are left to need it;

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California Madrigal

© Francis Bret Harte

Oh, come, my beloved, from thy winter abode,
From thy home on the Yuba, thy ranch overflowed;
For the waters have fallen, the winter has fled,
And the river once more has returned to its bed.

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Centennial

© Julia A Moore

 Centennial! Centennial!
 Hurrah to the Centennial;
 And many, many people gone
 To our national Centennial.

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Caldwell Of Springfield

© Francis Bret Harte

Here's the spot.  Look around you.  Above on the height
Lay the Hessians encamped.  By that church on the right
Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers.  And here ran a wall,--
You may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a ball.
Nothing more.  Grasses spring, waters run, flowers blow,
Pretty much as they did ninety-three years ago.

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Cannae

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Save where Garganus, with low--ridgèd bound,
Protects the North, the eye outstretching far
Surveys one sea of gently--swelling ground,
A fitly--moulded ``Orchestra of War.''

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Clouds

© Charles Heavysege

Hushed in a calm beyond mine utterance,

See in the western sky the evening spread;

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Compensation

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'd like to think when life is done

  That I had filled a needed post.

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Carmen Circulare

© Rudyard Kipling

Dellius, that car which, night and day,
 Lightnings and thunders arm and scourge-
 Tumultuous down the Appian Way-
 Be slow to urge.

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Coronation

© Helen Hunt Jackson

At the king's gate the subtle noon
Wove filmy yellow nets of sun;
Into the drowsy snare too soon
The guards fell one by one.

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Childhood

© Anne Bradstreet

Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,

A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,

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Credidimus Jovem Regnare

© James Russell Lowell

O days endeared to every Muse,

When nobody had any Views,

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Crumbs To The Birds

© Charles Lamb

A bird appears a thoughtless thing,
He's ever living on the wing,
And keeps up such a carolling,
That little else to do but sing
 A man would guess had he.

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Cinquains

© Adelaide Crapsey

As it
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.

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Charity

© Victor Marie Hugo

"Lo! I am Charity," she cries,
  "Who waketh up before the day;
While yet asleep all nature lies,
  God bids me rise and go my way."

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Canning Time

© Edgar Albert Guest

There's a wondrous smell of spices

In the kitchen,