Poems begining by C
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Compensation -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
Once I had a fancy to compose an epic
But by a sudden touch of your bangles
It burst into thousand songs
As a result of that accident
That epic is lying at my feet in smithereens.
Christmas-Day, 1878
© George MacDonald
I think I might be weary of this day
That comes inevitably every year,
The same when I was young and strong and gay,
The same when I am old and growing sere-
I should grow weary of it every year
But that thou comest to me every day.
Consalvo
© Giacomo Leopardi
Approaching now the end of his abode
On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once,
Christmas Eve
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Friend, old friend in the Manse by the fireside sitting,
Hour by hour while the grey ash drips from the log;
You with a book on your knee, your wife with her knitting,
Silent both, and between you, silent, the dog.
Cock-Crow
© Kenneth Slessor
THE cock's far cry
From lonely yards
Burdens the night
With boastful birds
Courtship
© Alexander Brome
My Lesbia, let us live and love,
Let crabbed Age talk what it will.
The sun when down, returns above,
But we, once dead, must be so still.
"Come back, sweet yesterdays!"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Come back, sweet yesterdays!
Sweet yesterdays, come back!
Ah! not in my dreams only
Vex me with joy, to wake
Color De Cuento
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
¡Oh qué gratas las horas de los tiempos lejanos
en que quiso la infancia regalarnos un cuento!
Dormida por centurias en un bosque opulento,
despertaste a la blanda caricia de mis manos.
"Cherry plum blossom in an old tin jug "
© Lesbia Harford
Cherry plum blossom in an old tin jug
Oh, it is lovely, beautiful and fair,
With sun on it and little shadows mixed
All in among the fragrant wonder there.
Cloud Fantasies
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WILD, rapid, dark, like dreams of threatening doom,
Low cloud-racks scud before the level wind;
Beneath them, the bare moorlands, blank and blind,
Stretch, mournful, through pale of glimmering gloom;
"Cupid, thou naughty boy..."
© Fulke Greville
Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed,
Naked and blind, for vagabonding noted,
Children Chapter IV
© Khalil Gibran
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
Charity : A Paraphrase On 1 Cor. Chap. 13
© Matthew Prior
Did sweeter Sounds adorn my flowing Tongue,
Than ever Man pronounc'd, or Angel sung:
Circumstances Alter Cases
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
TIM Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill,
O chone!
Celebrating T'ae-Sze's Freedom From Jealousy
© Confucius
In the South are the trees whose branches are bent,
And droop in such fashion that o'er their extent
All the dolichos' creepers fast cling.
See our princely lady, from whom we have got
Rejoicing that's endless! May her happy lot
And her honors repose ever bring!
Children's Reply
© Julia A Moore
We are little children,
That go to Sabbath school,
To hear of our Redeemer,
Likewise the golden rule.
Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother
© Mikhail Lermontov
Slumber sweet, my fairest baby,
Slumber calmly, sleep
Cousel
© Abraham Cowley
AH! what advice can I receive!
No, satisfy me first;
For who would physick-potions give
To one that dies with thirst?
