COMELY..............1 Full fifty comely sheep I raised, Last of the Flock
COMES...............6 "For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make Ancyent Marinere V That anguish comes and makes me tell Ancyent Marinere VII That comes not to the human mourner's breast. Female Vagrant "And what's the creeping breeze that comes The Thorn It comes to cool my babe and me. Mad Mother Till she comes back again. Idiot Boy
COMFORT.............4 No peace, no comfort could I find, Last of the Flock To comfort poor old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy What comfort Johnny soon will bring, Idiot Boy To comfort poor old Susan Gale. Idiot Boy
COMFORTLESS.........1 In the comfortless vault of disease. Convict
COMING..............4 The coming wind doth roar more loud; Ancyent Marinere V I heard them coming fast: Ancyent Marinere VI Cries coming from the mountain-head, The Thorn She's coming from among the trees, Idiot Boy
COMMON..............5 As mine and Albert's common Foster-mother. Foster-Mother No common soul. In youth, by genius nurs'd, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Of looks where common kindness had no part, Female Vagrant At houses, men, and common light, amazed. Female Vagrant Upon the village common. Simon Lee
COMMUNION...........1 Communion with a stirring child! The Thorn
COMPANIONS..........1 In barn uplighted, and companions boon Female Vagrant
COMPANY.............2 With a goodly company. Ancyent Marinere VII Her company to Stephen Hill; The Thorn
COMPARE.............1 "With o'erweening complacence our state to compare, Convict
COMPASSION..........1 "At thy name though compassion her nature resign, Convict
COMPLACENCE.........1 "With o'erweening complacence our state to compare, Convict
COMPLAIN............1 I heard my neighbors, in their beds, complain Female Vagrant
COMPLAINING.........1 He went complaining all the morrow Goody Blake
COMPOSURE...........1 Long patience has such mild composure given, Old Man Travelling
CONCEIT.............1 And many a poet echoes the conceit, Nightingale
CONCERT.............1 The owls in tuneful concert strive; Idiot Boy
CONFESSION..........1 A fever seized him, and he made confession Foster-Mother
CONFINE.............1 With tears whose course no effort could confine, Female Vagrant
CONGEAL.............1 Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame, Female Vagrant
CONNECT.............1 Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect Tintern Abbey
CONSCIENCE..........1 And conscience her tortures appease, Convict
CONSIDER............1 "Consider, Johnny's but half-wise; Idiot Boy
CONSTANT............2 By constant prayer supplied. Female Vagrant Foregone the home delight of constant truth, Female Vagrant
CONSUMED............1 His bones are consumed, and his life-blood is dried, Convict
CONTEMPT............1 Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
CONTENTED...........1 Then ere contented will I lie; Forsaken Indian
CONTREE.............1 That come from a far Contrée. Ancyent Marinere VII
CONVENT.............1 Lived chiefly at the Convent or the Castle. Foster-Mother
CONVERSING..........1 "Conversing as I may, Expostulation
CONVICT.............1 To the cell where the convict is laid. Convict
CONWAY..............2 "And two of us at Conway dwell, We Are Seven "You say that two at Conway dwell, We Are Seven
COOL................1 It comes to cool my babe and me. Mad Mother
COOLS...............2 It cools my blood; it cools my brain; Mad Mother It cools my blood; it cools my brain; Mad Mother
COPPER..............1 All in a hot and copper sky Ancyent Marinere II
COPSES..............1 Among the woods and copses lose themselves, Tintern Abbey
CORPOREAL...........1 Until, the breath of this corporeal frame, Tintern Abbey
CORRUPT.............1 And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison, Dungeon
CORSE...............2 Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat; Ancyent Marinere VI On every corse there stood. Ancyent Marinere VI
COST................1 And reared him at the then Lord Velez' cost. Foster-Mother
COTTAGE.............6 By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood, Female Vagrant And cottage after cottage owned its sway, Female Vagrant And cottage after cottage owned its sway, Female Vagrant Will often live in one small cottage, Goody Blake I met a little cottage girl, We Are Seven "And in the church-yard cottage, I We Are Seven
COTTAGE-GROUND......1 These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Tintern Abbey
COUCH...............1 When, LEWTI! on my couch I lie, Lewti
COULD..............50 'Twas sad as sad could be Ancyent Marinere II We could not speak no more than if Ancyent Marinere II Ne could we laugh, ne wail: Ancyent Marinere III And yet I could not die. Ancyent Marinere IV The self-same moment I could pray; Ancyent Marinere IV I mov'd and could not feel my limbs, Ancyent Marinere V I could not draw my een from theirs Ancyent Marinere VI And I could move my een: Ancyent Marinere VI The dead men could not blast. Ancyent Marinere VI And scarcely he could stand. Ancyent Marinere VII He was a woodman, and could fell and saw Foster-Mother He soon could write with the pen: and from that time, Foster-Mother Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook. Female Vagrant I could not pray: -- through tears that fell in showers, Female Vagrant For never could I hope to meet with such another. Female Vagrant He well could love in grief: his faith he kept; Female Vagrant And tears that flowed for ills which patience could not heal. Female Vagrant We had no hope, and no relief could gain. Female Vagrant Was best, could I but shun the spot where man might come. Female Vagrant Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue. Female Vagrant There, pains which nature could no more support, Female Vagrant Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl, Female Vagrant What could I do, unaided and unblest? Female Vagrant With tears whose course no effort could confine, Female Vagrant Could any thing be more alluring, Goody Blake No man like him the horn could sound, Simon Lee He all the country could outrun, Simon Lee Could leave both man and horse behind; Simon Lee From labor could not wean them, Simon Lee This old man doing all he could Simon Lee A day it was when I could bear Anecdote for Fathers I could not feel a pain. Anecdote for Fathers Could I but teach the hundredth part Anecdote for Fathers "And I could run and slide, We Are Seven How it could ever have been young, The Thorn I cannot tell; I wish I could; The Thorn There's no one that could ever tell; The Thorn A storm came on, and I could see The Thorn No screen, no fence could I discover, The Thorn I do not think she could. The Thorn As I could wish to be; Last of the Flock No peace, no comfort could I find, Last of the Flock If his sweet boy he could forsake, Mad Mother Which Betty well could understand. Idiot Boy Could lend out of that moment's store Idiot Boy Oh could I put it into rhyme, Idiot Boy Could find no refuge from distress, Near Richmond Could I with thee a message send. Forsaken Indian For once could have thee close to me, Forsaken Indian
