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Rubaiyat 29
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I long for your hug and kiss,
I want the wine that will bliss.
Let me cut the story short,
Please return, cause you I miss.
Reflections of a Proud Pedestrian
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I saw the curl of his waving lash,
And the glance of his knowing eye,
And I knew that he thought he was cutting a dash,
As his steed went thundering by.
Real Singing
© Edgar Albert Guest
You can talk about your music, and your operatic airs,
And your phonographic record that Caruso's tenor bears;
But there isn't any music that such wondrous joy can bring
Like the concert when the kiddies and their mother start to sing.
R. S. S.
© William Cowper
All-worshipped Gold! thou mighty mystery
Say by what name shall I address thee rather,
Rimas XXXI
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Nuestra pasion fue un tragico sainete
En cuya absurda fabula
Lo comico y lo grave confundidos
Risas y llanto arrancan.
Red
© Leon Gellert
Place that bayonet in my hand,
And fill this pouch with lead;
Show me the blood and leave me, and let me
Stand
By my dead.
Recalling War
© Robert Graves
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean,
The track aches only when the rain reminds.
The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood
The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm.
Rubaiyat 02
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Pick up the joy giving wine and come hither.
Temptations of mean foes decline and come hither.
Dont listen to the one who says sit down and stay;
Listen to me, pick up the line and come hither.
Rock 'N' Roll Band
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
If we were a rock 'n' roll band,
We'd travel all over the land.
We'd play and we'd sing and wear spangly things.
If we were a rock 'n' roll band.
Rubaiyat 31
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
My life has only brought me sorrow;
Loves good and bad only taught me sorrow.
My constant companion is only pain,
My lover has only bought me sorrow.
Red Ribbon
© Julia A Moore
The Red Ribbon is all the go;
It's the temperance sign, you know;
It is seen wherever you go,
On men who dare do right.
Ride to Kandahar
© Rudyard Kipling
Then we brought the lances down-then the trumpets blew-
When we went to Kandahar, ridin' two an' two.
Ridin'-ridin'-ridin' two an' two!
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-a!
All the way to Kandahar,
Ridin' two an' two.
Red Jacket
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
COOPER, whose name is with his country's woven,
First in her files, her PIONEER of mind
A wanderer now in other climes, has proven
His love for the young land he left behind;
Return Of The Heroes
© Siegfried Sassoon
"Oh! there's Sir Henry Dudster! Such a splendid leader!
How pleased he looks! What rows of ribbons on his tunic!
Such dignity…. Saluting…. (Wave your flag… now, Freda!)…
Yes, dear, I saw a Prussian General once,-at Munich.
Rejected
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Alas ! I have lost my God,
My beautiful God Apollo.
Wherever his footsteps trod
My feet were wont to follow.
Requiescat
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Under the stone you behold,
Buried, and coffined, and cold,
Lieth Sir Wilfrid the Bold.
Redbirds
© Sara Teasdale
REDBIRDS, redbirds,
Long and long ago,
What a honey-call you had
In hills I used to know;
Raising The Dead
© John Kenyon
We all have heard, and marvelled as we heard,
Of seers, who have raised the Dead from out their tombs,
