Poems begining by C
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Cantos de Vida y Esperanza
© Rubén Dario
I
Yo soy aquel que ayer no más decía
el verso azul y la canción profana,
en cuya noche un ruiseñor había
que era alondra de luz por la mañana.
Clash In Arms Of The Achaians And Trojans
© George Meredith
[Iliad, B. XIV. V. 394]
Not the sea-wave so bellows abroad when it bursts upon shingle,
Checking The Day
© Edgar Albert Guest
"I had a full day in my purse
When I arose, and now it's gone!
Come, Come, Whoever You Are
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
Close To Greatness
© Charles Bukowski
at one stage in my life
I met a man who claimed to have
visited Pound at St. Elizabeth's.
Cannibal Street
© Kenneth Slessor
"BUY, who'll buy," the pedlar sings,
"Bones of beggars, loins of kings,
Ribs of murder, haunch of hate,
And Beauty's head on a butcher's plate!"
Children: Private Ward
© William Ernest Henley
Here in this dim, dull, double-bedded room,
I play the father to a brace of boys,
Cupid Far Gone
© Richard Lovelace
I.
What, so beyond all madnesse is the elf,
Now he hath got out of himself!
His fatal enemy the Bee,
Choer D'Esther
© Jean Racine
Il a vu contre nous les mechants s'assembler,
Et notre sang pret a couler;
Comme l'eau sur la terre ils allaient le repandre:
Du haut du ciel sa voix s'est fait entendre,
L'homme superbe est renverse,
Ses propres fleches l'ont perce.
Childhood. (From The Danish)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There was a time when I was very small,
When my whole frame was but an ell in height;
Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do fall,
And therefore I recall it with delight.
Coquette [Among The Family Portraits.]
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Therefore, sweet flesh and blood, I trust
That, ere ye passed to senseless dust,
Your beauty played a worthier part--
The love-rôle of the loyal heart.
. . . . .
Charles Augustus Fortescue, Who always Did what was Right, and so accumulated an Immense Fortune.
© Hilaire Belloc
The nicest child I ever knew
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.
He never lost his cap, or tore
His stockings or his pinafore:
In eating Bread he made no Crumbs,
He was extremely fond of sums,
Curly Locks
© Edgar Albert Guest
Curly locks, what do you know of the world,
And what do your brown eyes see?
Comfort of the Fields
© Archibald Lampman
What would'st thou have for easement after grief,
When the rude world hath used thee with despite,
And care sits at thine elbow day and night,
Filching thy pleasures like a subtle thief?
Chrismus On The Plantation
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
It was Chrismus Eve, I mind hit fu' a mighty gloomy day--
Bofe de weathah an' de people--not a one of us was gay;
Cose you 'll t'ink dat 's mighty funny 'twell I try to mek hit cleah,
Fu' a da'ky 's allus happy when de holidays is neah.
Corinth, On Leaving Greece
© Richard Monckton Milnes
I stood upon that great Acropolis,
The turret--gate of Nature's citadel,
Where once again, from slavery's thick abyss
Strangely delivered, Grecian warriors dwell.
Cruel Kindness -- English translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
I seek so many things with all my heart
But you have saved me denying.
Christmas, 1884
© George MacDonald
Though in my heart no Christmas glee,
Though my song-bird be dumb,
Jesus, it is enough for me
That thou art come.
Carthusians
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Through what long heaviness, assayed in what strange fire,
Have these white monks been brought into the way of peace,
Despising the world's wisdom and the world's desire,
Which from the body of this death bring no release?
