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• Comin' Through the Rye (no source)

  O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body,
  Jenny's seldom dry:
  She draigl't a' her petticoatie, …

  Robert Burns

• Commandeering

  Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care,
  And such an open countenance that when he breathed the air
  He mopped up all the atmosphere—so little went to spare …

  Banjo Paterson

• Poems of Passion/The Common Lot

  It is a common fate—a woman's lot—
  To waste on one the riches of her soul,
  Who takes the wealth she gives him, but cannot …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Conjugal to Jonathon and Elvira

  Like two streams, whose onward courses
  Mingling in one current blend—
  Like two waves, whose gentle forces …

  Eliza Roxcy Snow

• Conscious am I in my Chamber,

  Conscious am I in my Chamber,
  Of a shapeless friend —
  He doth not attest by Posture — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Consolation (Stowe)

  Ah, many-voiced and angry! how the waves
  Beat turbulent with terrible uproar!
  Is there no rest from tossing,--no repose? …

  Harriet Beecher Stowe

• Consulting summer's clock,

  Consulting summer's clock,
  But half the hours remain.
  I ascertain it with a shock — …

• Contained in this short Life

  Contained in this short Life
  Are magical extents
  The soul returning soft at night …

• Contemplations

  Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide,
  When Phoebus wanted but one hour to bed,
  The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, …

  Helen Stuart Campbell

• Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/The Convent Threshold

  There's blood between us, love, my love,
  There's father's blood, there's brother's blood;
  And blood's a bar I cannot pass: …

  Christina Georgina Rossetti

• The Coquette (Wilcox)

  Alone she sat with her accusing heart,
  That, like a restless comrade frightened sleep,
  And every thought that found her, left a dart …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Cor Cordium (Swinburne)

  O heart of hearts, the chalice of love's fire,
  Hid round with flowers and all the bounty of bloom;
  O wonderful and perfect heart, for whom …

  Algernon Charles Swinburne

• Corn

  To-day the woods are trembling through and through
  With shimmering forms, that flash before my view,
  Then melt in green as dawn-stars melt in blue. …

  Sidney Lanier

• Cornucopia

  There's a lodger lives on the first floor,
  (My lodgings are up in the garret,)
  At night and at morn he taketh a horn …

• The Coronet

  When for the thorns with which I long, too long,
  With many a piercing wound,
  My Saviour's head have crowned, …

  Andrew Marvell

• Cosmopolities without a plea

  Cosmopolites without a plea
  Alight in every Land
  The compliments of Paradise …

• Cosway Frazer & Baldwin of Egypts Lake

  * * *
  Cosway Frazer & Baldwin of Egypts Lake
  Fear to Associate with Blake …

  William Blake

• Could Hope inspect her Basis

  Could Hope inspect her Basis
  Her Craft were done —
  Has a fictitious Charter …

• Could I — then — shut the door —

  Could I — then — shut the door —
  Lest my beseeching face — at last —
  Rejected — be — of Her?

• Could — I do more — for Thee —

  Could — I do more — for Thee —
  Wert Thou a Bumble Bee —
  Since for the Queen, have I — …

  Emily Dickinson

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