Poems begining by C
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Colum-Cilles Farewell To Ireland
© Douglas Hyde
ALAS for the voyage, O High King of Heaven,
Enjoined upon me,
Colonial Experience
© Anonymous
When first I came to Sydney Cove
And up and down the streets did rove,
I thought such sights I ne'er did see
Since first I learnt my A, B, C.
Cherwell Stream
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Green banks and gliding river!
What air from what far place
Comes down your waters' face
And makes your willows shiver?
Chorus Of Fire
© Robert Wadsworth Lowry
O! golden Hereafter, thine every bright rafter
Will shake in the thunder of sanctified song;
And every swift angel proclaim an evangel,
To summon Gods saints to the glorified throng.
Constance
© Madison Julius Cawein
Beyond the orchard, in the lane,
The crested red-bird sings again--
Chanson d'autrefois (autre)
© Victor Marie Hugo
Jamais elle ne raille,
Étant un calme esprit ;
Mais toujours elle rit. -
Voici des brins de mousse avec des brins de paille ;
Fauvette des roseaux,
Fais ton nid sur les eaux.
Clinching The Bolt
© Edgar Albert Guest
It needed just an extra turn to make the bolt secure,
A few more minutes on the job and then the work was sure;
Chaman mein subah yeh kahti
© Khwaja Mir Dard
Chaman mein subah yeh kahti thi ho kar chashm-e-tar shabnam,
Bahaar-e-baagh to yun hi rahi, lekin kidhar shabanam.
Campus Sonnets: May Morning
© Stephen Vincent Benet
This is the time of all-sufficing laughter
At idiotic things some one has done,
And there is neither past nor vague hereafter.
And all your body stretches in the sun
And drinks the light in like a liquid thing;
Filled with the divine languor of late spring.
Childless
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
The Son thou sentest forth is now a Thought-
A Dream. To all but thee he is as nought
Craven-Heart
© Ada Cambridge
Those anguished voices in the air!
Oh, I could shriek and tear my hair
In rage, rebellion and despair.
[Cribs to be Cracked]
© Henry Lawson
Cribs to be cracked!
There are cribs to be cracked;
And this is the spot to be camped on.
(Oh! This is the song of the Melbourne Thieves
Who at present are doing Rockhampton.)
Clari
© Henry Kendall
Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wife
Is the Beauty you showed me this morning:
Christmas Landscape
© Laurie Lee
Tonight the wind gnaws
With teeth of glass,
The jackdaw shivers
In caged branches of iron,
The stars have talons.
Certain Books Of Virgil's AEneis: Book II
© Henry Howard
BOOK II
They whisted all, with fixed face attent,
Comparison
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE sky of brightest gray seems dark
To one whose sky was ever white.
Cosmic Consciousness
© Sri Aurobindo
I have wrapped the wide world in my wider self
And Time and Space my spirit's seeing are.
I am the god and demon, ghost and elf,
I am the wind's speed and the blazing star.
Carolan's Prophecy
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Of bridal melody, soon dash'd with grief,
As if some wailing spirit in the strings
Met and o'ermaster'd him: but yielding then
To the strong prophet-impulse, mournfully,
Like moaning waters o'er the harp he pour'd
The trouble of his haunted soul, and sangâ
