Poems begining by C
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Consolation
© Edgar Albert Guest
SO YOU 'RE sobbin' in the night time, an' you 're sighin' through the day,
An' your heart is ever callin' for the loved one gone away;
An' you're lonely, oh, so lonely! an' there's nothin' friends can do,
That will start the old light shinin' in those tender eyes of blue.
Cradle-Song At Twilight
© Alice Meynell
The child not yet is lulled to rest.
Too young a nurse, the slender Night
So laxly holds him to her breast
That throbs with flight.
Changeling
© Margaret Widdemer
And while this that bears your seeming
Goes among us dumb and dreaming
You dance on eternally
With the Dark Queen's chivalry!
Connaissez-vous Mon Andalouse
© Jules Verne
Connaissez-vous mon Andalouse,
Plus belle que les plus beaux jours,
Folle amante, plus folle épouse,
Dans ses amours, toute jalouse,
Toute lascive en ses amours !
Common Nocturne
© Arthur Rimbaud
A breath opens operatic breaches
in the walls,-- blurs the pivoting of crumbling roofs,--
disperses the boundaries
of hearths,-- eclipses the windows.
Changelings
© Mary Thacher Higginson
THE ghosts of flowers went sailing
Through the dreamy autumn air,--
The gossamer wings of the milkweed brown,
And the sheeny silk of the thistle-down;
But there was no bewailing,
And never a hint of despair.
Cambyses And The Macrobian Bow
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ONE morn, hard by a slumberous streamlet's wave,
The plane-trees stirless in the unbreathing calm,
And all the lush-red roses drooped in dream,
Lay King Cambyses, idle as a cloud
Cleveland Lyke-wake Dirge (Traditional)
© Sir Walter Scott
This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
Every nighte and alle;
Fire and sleete and candle lighte,
And Christe receive thye saule.
Cest Lou Quon La Nommait
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Il est des loups de toute sorte
Je connais le plus inhumain
Mon cur que le diable lemporte
Et quil le dépose à sa porte
Nest plus quun jouet dans sa main
Chaste Florimel
© Matthew Prior
No - I'll endure ten thousand deaths
Ere any further I'll comply:
Oh! Sir, no man on earth that breathes
Had ever yet his hand so high.
Carrier Letter
© Hart Crane
My hands have not touched water since your hands, -
No; - nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell'.
And with the day, distance again expands
Between us, voiceless as an uncoiled shell.
Chemical Analysis
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Shes slender hands and pretty lips,
And seafoam and rosemary.
Her ears are pointed at the tips,
She stayed so long in Fairy.
Cleaning The Furnace
© Edgar Albert Guest
Last night Pa said to Ma: "My dear, it's gettin' on to fall,
It's time I did a little job I do not like at all.
I wisht 'at I was rich enough to hire a man to do
The dirty work around this house an' clean up when he's through,
But since I'm not, I'm truly glad that I am strong an' stout,
An' ain't ashamed to go myself an' clean the furnace out."
Communion
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
In the silence of my heart,
I will spend an hour with thee,
When my love shall rend apart
All the veil of mystery:
Christmas Carol
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Ring out, ye bells!
All Nature swells
With gladness at the wondrous story, -
The world was at lorn,
But Christ is born
To change our sadness into glory.
Charleston Retaken. Dec. 14, 1782
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AS some half-vanquished lion,
Who long hath kept at bay
A band of sturdy foresters
Barring his blood-stained way--
Chanson Des Yeux
© André Marie de Chénier
Ne me regarde point; cache, cache tes yeux;
Mon sang en est brûlé; tes regards sont des feux.
Viens, viens. Quoique vivant, et dans ta fleur première,
Je veux avec mes mains te fermer la paupière,
Ou, malgré tes efforts, je prendrai tes cheveux
Pour en faire un bandeau qui te cache les yeux.
Cairnsmill Den
© Robert Fuller Murray
As I, with hopeless love o'erthrown,
With love o'erthrown, with love o'erthrown,
And this is truth I tell,
As I, with hopeless love o'erthrown,
Was sadly walking all alone,
Candor
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
October--A Wood
"I know what you are going to say," she said,
And she stood up, looking uncommonly tall:
"You are going to the speak of the hectic fall,
Chill Penury And Winter's Power
© Walther von der Vogelweide
Chill penury and winter's power
Upon my soul so hard have prest,
That I would fain have seen no more
The red flow'rs that the meadows drest:
