Poems begining by C
/ page 20 of 99 /Charles Sumner. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Garlands upon his grave
And flowers upon his hearse,
And to the tender heart and brave
The tribute of this verse.
Ce que dit la bouche d'ombre (I)
© Victor Marie Hugo
(extraits)
... Les fleurs souffrent sous le ciseau,
Et se ferment ainsi que des paupières closes ;
Toutes les femmes sont teintes du sang des roses ;
Christ at Carnival
© Muriel Stuart
Then I heard human accents answering:
"I am a god, made god by all thy prayers;
Wach stone becomes a god by worshipping;
I am a man who loves thee: in thy town
Many have loved thee, I am one of these."
Curly Locks
© James Whitcomb Riley
_Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine,--
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream._
Cities Vagabonds
© Arthur Rimbaud
These are cities!
And this is the people for whom these
Alleghenys and Lebanons of dream have been raised!
Castles of wood and crystal move on tracks and invisible winches.
Crooked House Toll
© William Henry Ogilvie
The proud years have passed it and left it alone;
No more with red blossoms its gables are gay;
Come And Play In The Garden
© Ann Taylor
LITTLE sister, come away,
And let us in the garden play,
For it is a pleasant day.
Cantarai d'aquest trobadors
© Bernard de Ventadorn
Cantarai d'aquestz trobadors
que canton de maintas colors
e.l pieier cuida dir mout gen;
mas a cantar lor er aillors
q'entrametre.n vei cen pastors
c'us non sap qe.s mont'o.s dissen.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto III.
© George Gordon Byron
I.
Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!
ChurchDoor Should Still Stand Open
© Alfred Austin
Church-doors should still stand open, night and day,
Open to all who come for praise or prayer,
Charles Harpur
© Henry Kendall
So let him sleep, the rugged hymns
And broken lights of woods above him!
And let me sing how sorrow dims
The eyes of those that used to love him.
Cain And Abel
© John Newton
When Adam fell he quickly lost
God's image, which he once possessed:
See All our nature since could boast
In Cain, his first-born Son, expressed!
Consolation of Early Death
© Beaumont and Fletcher
Sweet prince, the name of Death was never terrible
To him that knew to live; nor the loud torrent
Contentment
© Eugene Field
Happy the man that, when his day is done,
Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret--
Canada
© Stephan Stephansson
It was formerly believed, on a sea-battered shore
though the storm at home blasted,
that in the distant west there still lay lands,
where calm and sun never ended,
for there the good season had found it's retreat
and freedom and compassion - all that is best.
Chanson (Proscrit, regarde les roses...)
© Victor Marie Hugo
Proscrit, regarde les roses ;
Mai joyeux, de l'aube en pleurs
Les reçoit toutes écloses ;
Proscrit, regarde les fleurs.
Chore Time
© Jean Blewett
WHEN I'm at gran'dad's on the farm,
I hear along 'bout six o'clock,
Just when I'm feelin' snug an' warm,
'Ho, Bobby, come and feed your stock.'
Change and Death
© Charles Harpur
We build but for change and for death,
To whom a like homage pay glory and shame;
Commanders Of The Faithful
© William Makepeace Thackeray
The Pope he is a happy man,
His Palace is the Vatican,
And there he sits and drains his can:
The Pope he is a happy man.
I often say when I'm at home,
I'd like to be the Pope of Rome.