COUNTIES............1
   To say the least, four counties round                    Simon Lee


COUNTREE............2
   Is this mine own countrée?                               Ancyent Marinere VI
   And now all in my own Countree                           Ancyent Marinere VII


COUNTRIES...........1
   In distant countries I have been,                        Last of the Flock


COUNTRY.............5
   In tears, the sun towards that country tend              Female Vagrant
   And in that country coals are dear,                      Goody Blake
   He all the country could outrun,                         Simon Lee
   When to this country first I came,                       The Thorn
   As all the country know,                                 The Thorn


COURSE..............2
   With tears whose course no effort could confine,         Female Vagrant
   The way my friends their course did bend,                Forsaken Indian


COVERED.............1
   First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree,           Yew-Tree near Esthwaite


COWSLIP-GATHERING...1
   The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime;               Female Vagrant


CRACK...............1
   His bones were black with many a crack,                  Ancyent Marinere III


CRACK'D.............1
   It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd --         Ancyent Marinere I


CRACKLING...........1
   I saw the crackling flashes drive;                       Forsaken Indian


CRADLE..............1
   But, safe as in a cradle, here                           Mad Mother


CRAG................5
   Like waters shot from some high crag,                    Ancyent Marinere V
   A jutting crag, and off I ran,                           The Thorn
   The shelter of the crag to gain,                         The Thorn
   Instead of jutting crag, I found                         The Thorn
   The high crag cannot work me harm,                       Mad Mother


CRAWL...............2
   Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs                    Ancyent Marinere II
   Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,          Female Vagrant


CRAZILY.............1
   And crazily, and wearily,                                Last of the Flock


CRAZING.............1
   But from those crazing thoughts my brain, escape!        Female Vagrant


CRAZY...............1
   Who now doth crazy go,                                   Ancyent Marinere VII


CREED...............1
   If such be of my creed the plan,                         Lines in Early Spring


CREEP...............2
   To creep unseen with noiseless tread,                    Lewti
   Up from the earth these mosses creep,                    The Thorn


CREEPING............1
   "And what's the creeping breeze that comes               The Thorn


CREEPS..............1
   He softly creeps -- 'Tis Goody Blake,                    Goody Blake


CREW................4
   And are th[e]se two all, all the crew,                   Ancyent Marinere III
   We were a ghastly crew.                                  Ancyent Marinere V
   Came back the ghastly crew.                              Ancyent Marinere VI
   We reached the western world, a poor, devoted crew.      Female Vagrant


CRIED...............4
   And cried, "I've caught you then at last!"               Goody Blake
   They cried, "what to the poor is due?"                   Last of the Flock
   Cried Betty, rising from the bed,                        Idiot Boy
   Cried Betty, "Tell us, Johnny, do,                       Idiot Boy


CRIES...............5
   And to herself she cries,                                The Thorn
   And to herself she cries,                                The Thorn
   Cries coming from the mountain-head,                     The Thorn
   Cries Betty, "he'll be back again;                       Idiot Boy
   "Oh God forbid!" poor Susan cries.                       Idiot Boy


CRIME...............1
   And his crime, through the pains that o'erwhelm him, descried, Convict


CRIMSON.............3
   In crimson colours came.                                 Ancyent Marinere VI
   Those crimson shadows were:                              Ancyent Marinere VI
   While, facing thus the crimson west,                     Near Richmond


CRISP...............1
   And crisp with frost the stubble-land.                   Goody Blake


CROP................1
   A melancholy crop:                                       The Thorn


CROSS...............6
   At length did cross an Albatross,                        Ancyent Marinere I
   "Why look'st thou so?" -- with my cross bow              Ancyent Marinere I
   Instead of the Cross the Albatross                       Ancyent Marinere II
   "By him who died on cross,                               Ancyent Marinere V
   From the cross timber of an out-house hung;              Female Vagrant
   The mountain when to cross.                              The Thorn


CROSS'D.............2
   The Hermit cross'd his brow --                           Ancyent Marinere VII
   And wicked fancies cross'd my mind,                      Last of the Flock


CROSS-BOW...........1
   Like the whiz of my Cross-bow.                           Ancyent Marinere III


CROW................1
   "The cocks did crow to-whoo, tu-whoo,                    Idiot Boy


CROWD'S.............1
   Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,             Female Vagrant


CROWDED.............1
   Nor yet the crowded fleet its anchor stirred.            Female Vagrant


CROWDS..............1
   That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates               Nightingale


CRUEL...............6
   "With his cruel bow he lay'd full low                    Ancyent Marinere V
   To cruel injuries he became a prey,                      Female Vagrant
   A cruel, cruel fire, they say,                           The Thorn
   A cruel, cruel fire, they say,                           The Thorn
   That he had died, that cruel father!                     The Thorn
   "Oh cruel! I'm almost three-score;                       Idiot Boy


CRUELTY.............2
   Of service done with careless cruelty,                   Female Vagrant
   And oft of cruelty the sky accused;                      Female Vagrant


CRUMBLING...........1
   Slip the crumbling banks for ever;                       Lewti


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


CRY.................5
   "And wherefore does she cry? --                          The Thorn
   "Does she repeat that doleful cry?"                      The Thorn
   I turned about and heard her cry,                        The Thorn
   She shudders and you hear her cry,                       The Thorn
   That I have heard her cry,                               The Thorn