Poems begining by C
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Compensation
© Jean Ingelow
One launched a ship, but she was wrecked at sea;
He built a bridge, but floods have borne it down;
Circe
© Augusta Davies Webster
Ah me! these love a day and laugh again,
and loving, laughing, find a full content;
but I know nought of peace, and have not loved.
Cautionary Tales for Children: Introduction
© Hilaire Belloc
And is it True? It is not True.
And if it were it wouldnt do,
Craven
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Over the turret, shut in his iron-clad tower,
Craven was conning his ship through smoke and flame;
Gun to gun he had battered the fort for an hour,
Now was the time for a charge to end the game.
Cicely
© Francis Bret Harte
Cicely says you're a poet; maybe,--I ain't much on rhyme:
I reckon you'd give me a hundred, and beat me every time.
Poetry!--that's the way some chaps puts up an idee,
But I takes mine "straight without sugar," and that's what's the matter with me.
Child's Song In Spring
© Edith Nesbit
THE silver birch is a dainty lady,
She wears a satin gown;
The elm tree makes the old churchyard shady,
She will not live in town.
Christmas In The Heart
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The snow lies deep upon the ground,
And winter's brightness all around
Christ In The Museum
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
BRONZE bells and incense burners, and a flight
Of birds born out of iron, and fine as spray;
Cadenabbia. Lake Of Como. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaks
The silence of the summer day,
As by the loveliest of all lakes
I while the idle hours away.
Cleave Thou The Waves
© Mathilde Blind
No longer on the golden-fretted sands,
Where many a shallow tide abortive chafes,
Mayst thou delay; life onward sweeping blends
With far-off heaven: the dauntless one who braves
The perilous flood with calm unswerving hands,
The elements sustain: cleave thou the waves.
Coronation Poem And Prayer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The world has crowned a thousand kings:
But destiny has kept
Chillingham
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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Through the sunny garden
The humming bees are still;
The fir climbs the heather,
The heather climbs the hill.
Conscience
© Madison Julius Cawein
Within the soul are throned two powers,
One, Love; one, Hate. Begot of these,
And veiled between, a presence towers,
The shadowy keeper of the keys.
Capital Punishment
© Edgar Albert Guest
PROUD is the state of its millions of men,
And proud is the state of its name;
Cupid Turned Stroller. - From Anacreon
© Matthew Prior
At dead of night, when stars appear,
And strong Bootes turns the Bear,
Chant Royal Of High Virtue
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Who lives in suit of armour pent
And hides himself behind a wall,
Caricatures
© Henry Lawson
There are writers great and writers small
And writers on the spree;
And writers short and writers tall,
And bards of low degree.
Canto 1: Narad
© Valmiki
To sainted Nárad, prince of those
Whose lore in words of wisdom flows.
Whose constant care and chief delight
Were Scripture and ascetic rite,
Ce qui se passait aux Feuillantines vers 1813
© Victor Marie Hugo
(extrait)
Enfants, beaux fronts naïfs penchés autour de moi,
Bouches aux dents d'émail disant toujours : Pourquoi ?
Vous qui, m'interrogeant sur plus d'un grand problème,
