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- By Acqua Fredda’s cloister-wall by John L. Stoddard
- By an unfortunate error a number of lines by Jared Carter
- By chapel bare, with walls sea-beat by Herman Melville
- By Chivalries as tiny, by Emily Dickinson
- By circumstances fed by Delmore Schwartz
- By constantly tormenting them by William Carlos Williams
- By day she wooes me, soft, exceeding fair: by Christina Rossetti
- By day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and by Carl Sandburg
- By day you cannot see the sky by Amy Lowell
- By dream I saw one of the three by Robert Herrick
- By feathers green, across Casbeen by Arthur Christopher Benson
- By helpful fingers taught to twine by Hattie Howard
- By homely gift and hindered Words by Emily Dickinson
- By June our brook’s run out of song and speed. by Robert Frost
- By Lake Como’s sylvan shore, by John L. Stoddard
- By mead and marsh and sandhill clad with bent, by Thomas Runciman
- By Memory inspired, by Anonymous
- By Merlin’s Rock, where Dagonet the fool by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- By my Window have I for Scenery by Emily Dickinson
- By Mystic’s banks I held my dream. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- By night we linger’d on the lawn, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- By night when others soundly slept by Anne Bradstreet
- By our first strange and fatal interview, by John Donne
- By parents I would not be pinned, by Robert Service
- By rugged ways and thro’ the night by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- By scattered rocks and turbid waters shifting, by Bret Harte
- By seven vineyards on one hill by Witter Bynner
- By silent forest and field and mossy stone, by Archibald Lampman
- By such and such an offering by Emily Dickinson
- By the fond name that was his own and mine, by John Myers O’Hara
- By the hearth-stone by Henry Newbolt
- By the impulse of my will, by Emma Lazarus
- By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand, by Ezra Pound
- By the pool that I see in my dreams, dear love, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- By the river by D. H. Lawrence
- By the road to the contagious hospital by William Carlos Williams
- By the rosy cliffs of Devon, on a green hill’s crest, by Amelia Josephine Burr
- By the rude bridge that arched the flood, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
- By the sad waters of separation by Ernest Dowson
- By the shore of Gitchie Gumee, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- By the time you swear you’re his, by Dorothy Parker
- By the trim taper, and the blazing hearth, by Thomas Gent
- By thine own tears thy song must tears beget, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted, by Christopher Marlowe
- By those soft tods of wool by Robert Herrick
- By Tigris, or the streams of Ind, by Don Marquis
- By what serene malevolence of names by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- By what word’s power, the key of paths untrod, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- By your unnumbered charities by Thomas Blackburn
- Bytuene Mershe ant Averil by Anonymous
- C’était l’explosion du nouvel an : chaos de boue et de neige, traversé by Charles Baudelaire
- C’est l’extase langoureuse, by Paul Verlaine
- C’est la Mort qui console, hélas! et qui fait vivre; by Charles Baudelaire
- C’est plutôt le sabbat du second Faust que l’autre. by Paul Verlaine
- Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, by Robert Burns
- Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, by Robert Burns
- Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, by Isobel Pagan
- Caesar, the amplifier voice, announces by Delmore Schwartz
- Calico Pie, by Edward Lear
- Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, by John Webster
- Call me not back, O cold and crafty world: by Hanford Lennox Gordon
- Call the roller of big cigars, by Wallace Stevens
- Calm and clear! the bright day is declining, by Adam Lindsay Gordon
- Calm is the morn without a sound, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Calm on the bosom of thy God, by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
- Calm was the even, and clear was the sky, by John Dryden
- Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, by Ernest Dowson
- Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre by Edmund Spenser
- Calmes dans le demi-jour by Paul Verlaine
- Calmly we walk through this April’s day, by Delmore Schwartz
- Came of old to houses lonely by George MacDonald
- Came the great Popinjay by Dame Edith Sitwell
- Came the relief. “What, sentry, ho! by Bret Harte
- Came the same cuckoo’s cry by John Freeman
- Came, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet, by Thomas Ashe
- Camelot by Andrew Lang
- Can I find True-Love a gift by Robert Graves
- Can I see anothers woe, by William Blake
- Can it be right to give what I can give? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- Can it be true, so fragrant and so fair, by Thomas Gent
- Can life be a blessing, by John Dryden
- Can we believe—by an effort by H. D.
- Can we not force from widow’d poetry, by Thomas Carew
- Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God’s land together, by Robert Service
- Can you see me, Sasha? by Lola Ridge
- Candor—my tepid friend— by Emily Dickinson
- Candour compels me, BECHER! to commend by George Gordon Lord Byron
- Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not, by William Shakespeare
- Captain O’Hare was a mariner brave; by Ellis Parker Butler
- Captain of the Western wood, by Bret Harte
- Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, by John Milton
- Captives by Babel’s limpid streams, by Nannie R. Glass
- Care is all stuff:— by Herman Melville
- Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, by John Fletcher
- Careful Observers may fortel the Hour by Jonathan Swift
- Carlyle combined the lit’ry life by Dorothy Parker
- Carry me out by William Ernest Henley
- Cars breed like rats in Jakarta, by S. K. Kelen
- Cast our cares and caps away: by John Fletcher
