Poems begining by C
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Caelica 29: [The nurse-life wheat within his green husk growing]
© Fulke Greville
The nurse-life wheat within his green husk growing,
Flatters our hope, and tickles our desire,
Nature’s true riches in sweet beauties showing,
Which sets all hearts, with labor’s love, on fire.
Chateau Gaillard
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Shattered tower and desolated keep
Darken; far below the river shines
Under cliffs that round the twilight sweep,
Rock--rough headlands on the sky's confines
Couch asleep.
Crossing The Water
© Sylvia Plath
Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.
Chanson. - And Imitation
© Matthew Prior
Que fais tu bergere dans ce beau verger
Tu ne songe gueres a me soulager?
Tu connois ma flamme, tu vois ma langueur,
Prens belle inhumaine pitie de mon coeur.
Cupid's Arrows
© Rudyard Kipling
Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide,
By the hot sun emptied, and blistered and dried;
Canopus
© Bert Leston Taylor
When quacks with pills political would dope us,
When politics absorbs the livelong day,
Couplets In Praise
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Make I at least your praise, chaplet of sunny verse,
Each dear delight of your told to the universe.
Communion
© Edward Dowden
Lord, I have knelt and tried to pray to-night,
But Thy love came upon me like a sleep,
Christ
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But Truth, and Truth's great Master cannot die;
While Love, the seraph, free of wings and eyes,
Upsweeps the realm of calm immensity.
A thousand times our buried shall rise
In prayerful souls to hush their anguished sighs,
And dawn, not darkness, rule o'er earth and sky.
Constable MCartys Investigations
© Henry Lawson
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders
Stood a terrace in the city when the current year began,
Change
© William Dean Howells
SOMETIMES, when after spirited debate
Of letters or affairs, in thought I go
Charleston
© Henry Timrod
Calm as that second summer which precedes
The first fall of the snow,
In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds,
The City bides the foe.
Catullus, Considerable Kisser
© Franklin Pierce Adams
(A Pasteurization of Ode VII.)
How many kisses, Lesbia, miss, you ask would
Culloden
© Andrew Lang
Dark, dark was the day when we looked on Culloden
And chill was the mist drop that clung to the tree,
The oats of the harvest hung heavy and sodden,
No light on the land and no wind on the sea.
