Poems begining by C
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Country Life:to His Brother, Mr Thomas Herrick
© Robert Herrick
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou,
In thy both last and better vow;
Coins by Richard Newman: American Life in Poetry #57 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
What purses, piggy banks, and window sills
have these coins known, their presidential heads
pinched into what beggar's chalky palm--
they circulate like tarnished red blood cells,
all of us exchanging the merest film
of our lives, and the lives of those long dead.
Care-Free Youth
© Edgar Albert Guest
The skies are blue and the sun is out
and the grass is green and soft
Charms And Knots
© George Herbert
Who reade a chapter when they rise,
Shall ne're be troubled with ill eyes.
Change
© Sara Teasdale
REMEMBER me as I was then;
Turn from me now, but always see
The laughing shadowy girl who stood
At midnight by the flowering tree,
Come Back
© Henry William Herbert
COME back and bring my life again
That went with thee beyond my will!
Comradeship
© Edgar Albert Guest
OF ALL the ships that sail life's sea,
The Comradeship's the one for me;
Carmen Triumphale
© Henry Timrod
Go forth and bid the land rejoice,
Yet not too gladly, O my song!
Breathe softly, as if mirth would wrong
The solemn rapture of thy voice.
Come Slowly, Paradise
© James Benjamin Kenyon
O dawn upon me slowly, Paradise!
Come not too suddenly,
Lest my just-opened, unaccustomed eyes
Smitten with blindness be.
Children of Light
© Robert Lowell
Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones
And fenced their gardens with the Redmen's bones;
Consolation
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
Ah, many-voiced and angry! how the waves
Beat turbulent with terrible uproar!
Is there no rest from tossing, - no repose?
Where shall we find a haven and a shore?
Contrary Sary
© Edgar Albert Guest
Theres no sense arguin' with 'em," says Ebenezer Gates,
You can't convince the women that they ain't fit fer votes;
There's Sary got the notion that she's as good as man,
An' I can't show her diff'runt, an' no man livin' can.
She's most bnreasonubbel. 'Now, I suppose,' says she,
'If I got drunk each evenin' ye'd think lots more o' me?'
Clair de Lune
© Anthony Evan Hecht
Powder and scent and silence. The young dwarf
Shoulders his lute. The moon is Levantine.
It settles its pearl in every glass of wine.
Harlequin is already at the wharf.
Christmas Song
© Bliss William Carman
ABOVE the weary waiting world,
Asleep in chill despair,
There breaks a sound of joyous bells
Upon the frosted air.
Christmas Eve
© Edgar Albert Guest
BACK UP Old Age and Wrinkled Face,
Come, Selfish Grown-Up, quit the place,
Churchill's Grave: A Fact Literally Rendered
© George Gordon Byron
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed
The comet of a season, and I saw
