| First Line of Poem |
Poem Title |
Author |
Lines |
Views |
| Ca' the ewes to the knowes, |
Ca' The Ewes. |
Robert Burns |
32 |
317 |
| Ca' the yowes to the knowes, |
Ca' The Yowes. |
Robert Burns |
28 |
319 |
| Caged in old woods, whose reverend echoes wake |
Captivity. |
Samuel Rogers |
8 |
107 |
| Cain and Abel were brothers born. |
Cain And Abel |
Rudyard Kipling |
|
526 |
| Calico pie, The little birds fly |
Calico Pie. |
Edward Lear |
40 |
230 |
| Call down the hawk from the air; |
The Hawk |
William Butler Yeats |
|
595 |
| Call him not heretic whose works attest |
By Their Works |
John Greenleaf Whittier |
10 |
406 |
| Call it not vain; they do not err, |
The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto V |
Walter Scott (Sir) |
542 |
444 |
| Call me away; there's nothing here, |
Call Me Away |
Anne Bronte |
79 |
506 |
| Call me no more, |
His Lachrymć; Or, Mirth Turned To Mourning. |
Robert Herrick |
18 |
156 |
| Call me no more, O gentle stream, |
To a River in the South |
Henry John Newbolt, Sir |
20 |
121 |
| Call me not back, O cold and crafty world: |
O Let Me Dream The Dreams Of Long Ago |
Hanford Lennox Gordon |
117 |
269 |
| Call not the royal Swede unfortunate, |
Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate |
William Wordsworth |
|
447 |
| Call off your eyes from care |
A Young Man's Exhortation |
Thomas Hardy |
20 |
265 |
| Call on the present day and night for nought, |
Hikmet Name. - Book Of Proverbs. |
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
96 |
232 |
| Call that a yarn!” said old Tom Pugh, |
The Sleeping Beauty |
Henry Lawson |
132 |
363 |
| Call the strange spirit that abides unseen |
Coombe-Ellen.[1] |
William Lisle Bowles |
351 |
370 |
| Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!, you don’t know what it means. |
The Green-Hand Rouseabout |
Henry Lawson |
44 |
363 |
| Call to remembrance, reader, if thou e'er |
The Divine Comedy by Dante: The Vision Of Purgatory: Canto XVII |
Dante Alighieri |
137 |
344 |
| Calling to mind since first my love begun, |
Sonnets: Idea LI |
Michael Drayton |
14 |
233 |
| Calling to minde since first my loue begunne, |
Sonnet 51 |
Michael Drayton |
14 |
242 |
| Calm and clear! the bright day is declining, |
Ex Fumo Dare Lucem - ’Twixt The Cup And The Lip |
Adam Lindsay Gordon |
229 |
525 |
| Calm as an under-current, strong to draw |
Ecclesiastical Sonnets - Part III. - IX - William The Third |
William Wordsworth |
|
563 |
| Calm be thy sleep as infant's slumbers! |
Calm Be Thy Sleep. |
Thomas Moore |
16 |
150 |
| Calm is all nature as a resting wheel. |
Written In Very Early Youth |
William Wordsworth |
|
428 |
| Calm is all nature as a resting wheel. |
Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel |
William Wordsworth |
|
461 |
| Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose |
Calm Is The Fragrant Air |
William Wordsworth |
|
441 |
| Calm on the breast of Loch Maree |
The Well Of Loch Maree |
John Greenleaf Whittier |
24 |
341 |
| Calm resignation meets a happy end; |
Address To My Father, On His Receiving An Easy Chair From The Right Hon. Lady--------. |
John Clare |
42 |
299 |
| Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, |
Nuns Of The Perpetual Adoration |
Ernest Christopher Dowson |
32 |
323 |
| Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre |
Prothalamion: Or, A Spousall Verse |
Edmund Spenser |
187 |
323 |
| Calvert! it must not be unheard by them |
To The Memory Of Raisley Calvert |
William Wordsworth |
|
470 |
| Cam'st thou not nigh to me |
Dream-Song. |
Sophie M. (Almon) Hensley |
16 |
245 |
| Cambodunum, Cambodunum, |
Cambodunum |
Frederic William Moorman |
120 |
131 |
| Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe |
To William Camden |
Ben Jonson |
|
693 |
| Came of old to houses lonely |
Angels |
George MacDonald |
4 |
159 |
| Came the dread Archer up yonder lawn |
A Winter Song. |
Jean Ingelow |
32 |
196 |
| Came the relief. “What, sentry, ho! |
Relieving Guard |
Bret Harte (Francis) |
12 |
425 |
| Came the same cuckoo's cry |
Wilder Music |
John Frederick Freeman |
24 |
216 |
| Camilla calls me heartless: hence you see |
Camilla |
Victor James Daley |
4 |
630 |
| Camouflage is all the rage. |
Camouflage |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
12 |
24 |
| Can any one look so wise, and have so little in his head? |
Papa Poodle. |
Juliana Horatia Ewing |
26 |
284 |
| Can anything avail Beldame, for my hid grief? |
The Husband's View |
Thomas Hardy |
36 |
192 |
| Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, |
On Death |
John Keats |
8 |
541 |
| Can diplomatic dignity |
The Power Of Fables. |
Jean de La Fontaine |
88 |
149 |
| Can freckled August, - drowsing warm and blond |
The Rain-Crow |
Madison Julius Cawein |
36 |
276 |
| Can freckled August, drowsing warm and blond |
The Rain-Crow |
Madison Julius Cawein |
36 |
155 |
| Can freckled August,--drowsing warm and blonde |
The Rain-Crow |
Madison Julius Cawein |
36 |
160 |
| Can I make white enough my thought for thee, |
A Snow Mountain. |
Jean Ingelow |
14 |
192 |
| Can I not come to Thee, my God, for these |
To His Ever-Loving God. |
Robert Herrick |
14 |
125 |
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