Poems begining by C
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Celebrating The Virtue Of King Wan's Bride
© Confucius
Hark! from the islet in the stream the voice
Of the fish-hawks that o'er their nests rejoice!
From them our thoughts to that young lady go,
Modest and virtuous, loth herself to show.
Where could be found to share our prince's state,
So fair, so virtuous, and so fit a mate?
Composed By The Side Of Grasmere Lake 1806
© William Wordsworth
CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid bars
Through the grey west; and lo! these waters, steeled
By breezeless air to smoothest polish, yield
A vivid repetition of the stars;
Clock Striking
© Charles Lamb
Did I hear the church-clock a few minutes ago,
I was asked, and I answered, I hardly did know,
But I thought that I heard it strike three.
Said my friend then, "The blessings we always possess
We know not the want of, and prize them the less;
The church-clock was no new sound to thee.
Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O let the soul her slumbers break,
Let thought be quickened, and awake;
Awake to see
How soon this life is past and gone,
And death comes softly stealing on,
How silently!
Couplet 5
© Amir Khusro
Farsi Couplet:
Zabaan-e yaar-e mun Turkie, wa mun Turkie nami daanum,
Che khush boodi agar boodi zabaanash dar dahanay mun.
Clair de Lune
© Jean Lorrain
A l'heure, où les bois d'aubépines,
De combe en combe au loin neigeant,
Apparaîtront dans les ravines
Comme un léger brouillard d'argent,
Come, Spring Flowers
© Eli Siegel
Though the whole world will work to make you to,
I say, Come, spring flowers.
Choices
© Laura Sewell
i prefer smooth peanut butter
to crunchy
mind you
crunchy is all right
but i prefer smooth.
Conference Between Christ, The Saints, And The Soul
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I am pale with sick desire,
For my heart is far away
Cradles
© Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
Along the quay, the great ships,
that ride the swell in silence,
take no notice of the cradles.
that the hands of the women rock.
Contemplando nas coisas do mundo desde o seu retiro
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
Neste mundo é mais rico o que mais rapa: quem mais limpo se faz, tem mais carepa;
Com sua língua, ao nobre o vil decepa.
O velhaco maior sempre tem capa.
Comen Hwome
© William Barnes
As clouds did ride wi' heästy flight.
An' woods did swäy upon the height,
Cross-Roads
© Mathilde Blind
The rain beat in our faces,
And shrill the wild airs grew;
The long-maned clouds in races
Coursed o'er heaven's windy blue.
Contentment
© Ada Cambridge
Then vice be with us, although blood be shed.
No pact with powers partizan and blind;
No peace with Custom that makes right of wrong.
We shall content us when the starved are fed
When men and brothers are agreed and kind,
And there is fair play between weak and strong.
