=Colors.=

I took it for a faery vision
Of some gay creatures of the element,
That in the colors of the rainbow live,
And play i’ th’ plighted clouds.
356
MILTON:  Comus, Line 298.

=Columbia.=

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and child of the skies! 
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.
357
TIMOTHY DWIGHT:  Columbia.

=Column.=

Where London’s column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. 358 POPE:  Moral Essays, Epis. iii., Line 339.

=Combat.=

The combat deepens.  On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory or the grave!
359
CAMPBELL:  Hohenlinden.

=Comet.=

Incens’d with indignation Satan stood
Unterrify’d, and like a comet burn’d
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In th’ Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
360
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 707.

=Comfort.=

O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late; ’Tis like a pardon after execution; That gentle physic, given in time, had cur’d me; But now I’m past all comforts here but prayers. 361 SHAKS.:  Henry VIII., Act iv., Sc. 2.

=Commandments.=

Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I’d set my ten commandments in your face. 362 SHAKS.:  2 Henry VI., Act i., Sc. 3.

=Commentators.=

How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
363
YOUNG:  Love of Fame, Satire vii., Line 97.

=Commerce.=

Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honor sinks where commerce long prevails. 364 GOLDSMITH:  Traveller, Line 91.

=Communion.=

When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill’d his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, ’Tis e’en as if an angel shook his wings. 365 COWPER:  Charity, Line 435.

=Companions.=

Oh could I fly, I’d fly with thee! 
  We’d make with joyful wing
Our annual visit o’er the globe,
  Companions of the spring.
366
JOHN LOGAN:  To the Cuckoo.

=Comparisons.=

When the moon shone, we did not see the candle; So doth the greater glory dim the less. 36 SHAKS.:  M. of Venice, Act v., Sc. 1.

In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine “incomparable oil,” Macassar! 368 BYRON:  Don Juan, Canto i., St. 17.

=Compass.=

Though pleased to see the dolphins play,
I mind my compass and my way.
369
MATTHEW GREEN:  Spleen, Line 93.

=Compassion.=

O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan,
And not relent, or not compassion him?
370
SHAKS.:  Titus And., Act iv., Sc. 1.