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Child on the Marsh

© Andrew Hudgins

I worked the river’s slick banks, grabbling 

in mud holes underneath tree roots. 

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Coal

© Elizabeth Daryush

Love is a word another kind of open—
As a diamond comes into a knot of flame
I am black because I come from the earth's inside 
Take my word for jewel in your open light.

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Confiteor

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

The shore-boat lies in the morning light,

By the good ship ready for sailing;

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Come Skating

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

They said come skating;
They said it's so nice.
They said come skating;
I'd done it twice.

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Crime Is Merely A Disease

© George Ade

The criminal of other days

Was tortured in outlandish ways;

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Claud Halcro's Song

© Sir Walter Scott

Farewell to Northmaven,

Grey Hillswicke, farewell!

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Christmas Tree

© Daniel Nester

This seablue fir that rode the mountain storm 
Is swaddled here in splints of tin to die. 
Sofas around in chubby velvet swarm; 
Onlooking cabinets glitter with flat eye; 
Here lacquer in the branches runs like rain 
And resin of treasure starts from every vein.

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Charlie Chaplin Impersonates a Poet

© Cornelius Eady

He opens his mouth: Tra-la!
Out comes doves, incandescent bulbs, 
Plastic roses. Well, that’s that,
Squirms the young professor who’s 
Coordinated this,
No more visiting poets!

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Christmas Day, 1850

© George MacDonald

Beautiful stories wed with lovely days
Like words and music:-what shall be the tale
Of love and nobleness that might avail
To express in action what this sweetness says-

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Cherry-Ripe

© Thomas Campion

There is a garden in her face
 Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
 Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow:
 There cherries grow which none may buy
 Till “Cherry-ripe” themselves do cry.

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Cyriack, Whose Grandsire

© Patrick Kavanagh

Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench


 Of British Themis, with no mean applause,

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Claribel

© Alfred Tennyson

 Where Claribel low-lieth


 The breezes pause and die,

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Cyprus Brig

© Anonymous

Poor Tom Brown from Nottingham, Jack Williams and poor Joe
They were three gallant poacher boys their country well does know
And by the laws of the Game Act that you may understand
Were fourteen years transported boys unto Van Diemen's Land

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Causerie

© Allen Tate

. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre on
Feb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a chorus-girl,
bathed in the nude in a bathtub filled with alleged
wine. New York Times.

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Creole

© Robert Pinsky

I’m tired of the gods, I’m pious about the ancestors: afloat

In the wake widening behind me in time, the restive devisers.

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Consolation

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Though he, that ever kind and true,


Kept stoutly step by step with you,

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Constancy

© John Wilmot

 I cannot change, as others do,


 Though you unjustly scorn;

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Campo dei Fiori

© Czeslaw Milosz

In Rome on the Campo dei Fiori

baskets of olives and lemons,

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Captain Von Muller

© Jessie Pope

A Skipper of mark was Von Muller,
The humorous naval leg-puller.
With ubiquitous ease
He raided the seas
And his bag became fuller and fuller.

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Concord Hymn

© Jack Spicer

Your joke


Is like a lake