Camp of Souls, The (by: Isabella Valancy Crawford (1850-1887)) My white canoe, like the silvery air O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls When the moons of the world are round and fair, I paddle back from the "Camp of Souls." continue reading
Cat's Eyes (by: Lisa G. Leming) The eyes of the kitty are burning bright Because she only hunts at night continue reading
Clouds (by: Rupert Brooke (1887 - 1915)) Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow Up to the white moon's hidden loveliness. continue reading
Coda (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) There's little in taking or giving, There's little in water or wine... continue reading
Coloured Print by Shokei, A (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a waterfall, And the air is full of the roar And the thunderous voice of waters which sweep In a silver torrent over some steep. continue reading
Cousin Nancy (by: Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965))
Cumberland, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war... continue reading
Daffodils (by: William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)) Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay... continue reading
Day Is Gone, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. continue reading
