=Citadel.=

A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't.

334 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14.

=Citizens.=

Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.

335 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Capture of Fugitive Slaves._

=City.=

As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.

336 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 445.

=Civilities.=

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

337 DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 133.

=Clay.=

Tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.

338 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 308.

=Cleanliness.=

E'en from the body's purity, the mind Receives a secret sympathetic aid.

339 THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1269.

=Clergyman.=

Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose.

A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.

340 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 137.

=Cliff.=

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,-- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

341 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 189.

=Clime.=

Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main.

342 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 409.

=Cloak.=

Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune, Then take thine old cloake about thee.

343 PERCY: _Take Thy Old Cloak About Thee._

=Clock.=

Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

344 DRYDEN: _Oedipus,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Clothes.=

The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.

345 GOLDSMITH: _Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog._

=Clouds.=

Circling the mountains the gray clouds go Heavy with storms as a mother with child, Seeking release from their burden of snow With calm slow motion they cross the wild-- Stately and sombre, they catch and cling To the barren crags of the peaks in the west, Weary with waiting, and mad for rest.

346 HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Clouds._

Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun.

347 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Twilight Calm._

Those clouds are angels' robes.--That fiery west Is paved with smiling faces.

348 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Coach.=

Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd, And let the man who calleth be the caller, And in his calling let him nothing call But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods!

349 CAREY: _Chrononhotonthologos,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Cock-crowing.=

The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn.

350 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

=Coincidence.=