Love Poems – Page 3087

• The Crossed Swords

  swords crossed,—but not in strife! / The chiefs who drew them, parted by the space / Of two proud countries’ quarrel, face to face …

  by Nathaniel Langdon Frothingham

• The Crowded Street

  Let me move slowly through the street, / Filled with an ever-shifting train, / Amid the sound of steps that beat …

  by William Cullen Bryant

• The Crowing of the Red Cock

  Across the Eastern sky has glowed / The flicker of a blood-red dawn; / Once more the clarion cock has crowed, …

  by Emma Lazarus

• The cry of the cicada

  “The cry of the cicada / Gives us no sign / That presently it will die.”

• The Cry of the Human

  “there is no God,” the foolish saith, / But none, “There is no sorrow”; / And nature oft the cry of faith …

  by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• The Crystal

  Olympian sunlight is the Poet’s sphere; / Yet of his rapt unconscious thought at play / The wintry stream gave image but to-day, …

  by Titus Munson Coan

• The Cuckoo Clock

  From “The Birthday” / BUT chief—surpassing all—a cuckoo clock! / That crowning wonder! miracle of art! …

  by Caroline Bowles Southey

• The Culprit Fay

  “My visual orbs are purged from film, and, lo! / Instead of Anster’s turnip-bearing vales, / I see old fairy land’s miraculous show! …

  by Joseph Rodman Drake

• The Cumberland

  At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, / On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war; / And at times from the fortress across the bay …

  by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Cunning sures & the Aim at yours

  * * * / The Cunning sures & the Aim at yours

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