Poems begining by C
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Chicago Castanets
© George Ade
Through all the moving thoroughfares
And in the contending marts of trade;
Clifton Chapel
© Sir Henry Newbolt
This is the Chapel: here, my son,
Your father thought the thoughts of youth,
Channel Crossing
© Sylvia Plath
On storm-struck deck, wind sirens caterwaul;
With each tilt, shock and shudder, our blunt ship
Cleaves forward into fury; dark as anger,
Waves wallop, assaulting the stubborn hull.
Flayed by spray, we take the challenge up,
Grip the rail, squint ahead, and wonder how much longer
Cosmos
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE tiny thing of painted gauze that flutters in the sun
And sinks upon the breast of night with all its living done;
Canzone
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah me! ah me! when thinking of the years,
The vanished years, alas, I do not find
Christmas Carol
© Sara Teasdale
The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
Contradictions
© Rudyard Kipling
The drowsy carrier sways
To the drowsy horses' tramp.
His axles winnow the sprays
Of the hedge where the rabbit plays
In the light of his single lamp.
Christian Burial.
© Robert Crawford
No Christian burial? Ah, he'll sleep as sound
As the old Jew who, by Beth-Peor, had
God for a sexton.
Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing
© William Wordsworth
HERE, on our native soil, we breathe once more.
The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, that sound
Of bells; those boys who in yon meadow-ground
In white-sleeved shirts are playing; and the roar
Camp Followers
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,
Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,
Captain Dobbin
© Kenneth Slessor
CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired from the South Seas
In the dumb tides of , with a handful of shells,
A few poisoned arrows, a cask of pearls,
And five thousand pounds in the colonial funds,
Confessio Amantis. Prologus
© John Gower
Torpor, ebes sensus, scola parua labor minimusque
Causant quo minimus ipse minora canam:
Qua tamen Engisti lingua canit Insula Bruti
Anglica Carmente metra iuuante loquar.
Ossibus ergo carens que conterit ossa loquelis
Absit, et interpres stet procul oro malus.
Christmas Roses
© Edith Nesbit
THE summer roses all are gone--
Dead, laid in shroud of rain-wet mould;
And passion's lightning time is done,
And Love is laid out white and cold.
Summer and youth for us are dead,
What do old age and winter bring instead?
Cadyow Castle
© Sir Walter Scott
When princely Hamilton's abode
Ennobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,
The song went round, the goblet flow'd,,
And revel sped the laughing hours.
Clare Market
© Eugene Field
In the market of Clare, so cheery the glare
Of the shops and the booths of the tradespeople there;
Children Of Love
© Harold Monro
The holy boy
Went from his mother out in the cool of the day
Over the sun-parched fields
And in among the olives shining green and shining grey.
Chanting The Square Deific
© Walt Whitman
But as the seasons, and gravitation-and as all the appointed days,
that forgive not,
I dispense from this side judgments inexorable, without the least
remorse.
Charleston At The Close Of 1863
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHAT! still does the mother of treason uprear
Her crest 'gainst the furies that darken her sea,
Unquelled by mistrust, and unblanched by a fear,
Unbowed her proud head, and unbending her knee,
Calm, steadfast and free!
Content Written Off Ithica
© Alfred Austin
I could not find the little maid Content,
So out I rushed, and sought her far and wide;
