CEASED..............1
   Have I. ---- She ceased, and weeping turned away,        Female Vagrant


CELL................1
   To the cell where the convict is laid.                   Convict


CELLAR..............1
   And once as he was working in the cellar,                Foster-Mother


CERTAIN.............1
   A certain shape, I wist.                                 Ancyent Marinere III


CHAFF...............1
   Like Chaff we drove along.                               Ancyent Marinere I


CHAIN...............1
   While the jail-mastiff howls at the dull clanking chain, Convict


CHAINED.............1
   They stood together, chained in deep discourse,          Foster-Mother


CHAIR...............2
   On each side of my chair, and make me learn              Foster-Mother
   When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;          Female Vagrant


CHAMBER.............1
   To his chamber the monarch is led,                       Convict


CHANC'D.............1
   And every man I chanc'd to see,                          Last of the Flock


CHANCED.............1
   One summer-day I chanced to see                          Simon Lee


CHANGE..............2
   'Twas a hard change, an evil time was come;              Female Vagrant
   "Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm                  Anecdote for Fathers


CHANGED.............3
   And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison,        Dungeon
   Be changed, that was so fair to view,                    Mad Mother
   Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first    Tintern Abbey


CHAPEL..............2
   Which props the hanging wall of the old chapel?          Foster-Mother
   At once, as by the north side of the Chapel              Foster-Mother


CHARGE..............1
   And Betty's most especial charge,                        Idiot Boy


CHARM...............2
   To charm the surly house-dog's faithful bark,            Female Vagrant
   That had no need of a remoter charm,                     Tintern Abbey


CHARMED.............1
   The charmed water burnt alway                            Ancyent Marinere IV


CHARMS..............2
   Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit,            Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   Can I forget what charms did once adorn                  Female Vagrant


CHARNEL.............1
   Of mouldy damps and charnel crust                        Ancyent Marinere III


CHARNEL-DUNGEON.....1
   For a charnel-dungeon fitter:                            Ancyent Marinere VI


CHASTEN.............1
   To chasten and subdue. And I have felt                   Tintern Abbey


CHATTER............10
   That evermore his teeth they chatter,                    Goody Blake
   Chatter, chatter, chatter still.                         Goody Blake
   Chatter, chatter, chatter still.                         Goody Blake
   Chatter, chatter, chatter still.                         Goody Blake
   His teeth they chatter, chatter still.                   Goody Blake
   His teeth they chatter, chatter still.                   Goody Blake
   His teeth they chatter, chatter still.                   Goody Blake
   His teeth they chatter, chatter still.                   Goody Blake
   His teeth they chatter, chatter still.                   Goody Blake
   His teeth they chatter, chatter still.                   Goody Blake


CHEARFUL............1
   Our chearful faith that all which we behold              Tintern Abbey


CHEARFULNESS........1
   Truth breathed by chearfulness.                          Tables Turned


CHECK'D.............1
   When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;           Female Vagrant


CHEEK...............5
   It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek,                   Ancyent Marinere VI
   And even so my pale wan cheek                            Lewti
   As white as my poor cheek will be,                       Lewti
   His cheek is like a cherry.                              Simon Lee
   And what if my poor cheek be brown?                      Mad Mother


CHEEKS..............2
   His cheeks were red as ruddy clover,                     Goody Blake
   His cheeks with tears were wet.                          Last of the Flock


CHEER...............2
   I heard the pilot's cheer:                               Ancyent Marinere VI
   "And they answer'd not our cheer.                        Ancyent Marinere VII


CHEER'D.............1
   The Ship was cheer'd, the Harbour clear'd --             Ancyent Marinere I


CHEERILY............1
   "Said the Hermit cheerily.                               Ancyent Marinere VII


CHERISH.............1
   Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,                   Near Richmond


CHERISH'D...........1
   From fruitless love, too fondly cherish'd!               Lewti


CHERRY..............1
   His cheek is like a cherry.                              Simon Lee


CHEST...............1
   It loosens something at my chest;                        Mad Mother


CHIEF...............1
   For all belonged to all, and each was chief.             Female Vagrant


CHIEFLY.............1
   Lived chiefly at the Convent or the Castle.              Foster-Mother


CHILD..............19
   And listens like a three year's child;                   Ancyent Marinere I
   Sobbed like a child -- it almost broke his heart:        Foster-Mother
   Such as would lull a listening child to sleep,           Foster-Mother
   Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child!       Female Vagrant
   He has no son, he has no child,                          Simon Lee
   A simple child, dear brother Jim,                        We Are Seven
   Not higher than a two-year's child,                      The Thorn
   'Tis said, a child was in her womb,                      The Thorn
   She was with child, and she was mad,                     The Thorn
   Communion with a stirring child!                         The Thorn
   For what became of this poor child                       The Thorn
   And if a child was born or no,                           The Thorn
   Healest thy wandering and distempered child:             Dungeon
   My beauty, little child, is flown;                       Mad Mother
   -- Where art thou gone my own dear child?                Mad Mother
   And pray that never child of Song                        Near Richmond
   My child! they gave thee to another,                     Forsaken Indian
   Oh mercy! like a little child.                           Forsaken Indian
   My poor forsaken child! if I                             Forsaken Indian