Poems begining by R
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Ryton Firs
© Lascelles Abercrombie
All round the knoll, on days of quietest air,
Secrets are being told; and if the trees
Speak out let them make uproar loud as drums
'Tis secrets still, shouted instead of whisper'd.
Return
© Frances Anne Kemble
When the bright sun back on his yearly road
Comes towards us, his great glory seems to me,
Remembrance Of Sunset
© John Kenyon
Where silent elms are clustering round
That grey church-tower, which peers above,
Richborough Castle
© Edith Nesbit
THESE three grey walls are still stout and strong,
Though the fourth wide wall has crumbled away
Remembrance
© Su Tung-po
To what can our life on earth be likened?
To a flock of geese,
alighting on the snow.
Sometimes leaving a trace of their passage.
Rebel Color-Bearers At Shiloh
© Herman Melville
Perish their Cause! but mark the men--
Mark the planted statues, then
Draw trigger on them if you can.
Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts III.-V.
© John Logan
What venerable father stands aghast
In yonder porch? Beneath the weight of years,
And crush of sorrow to the earth he bends.
He wrings his hands; casts a wild look to heaven,
And rends his hoary locks. He comes this way.
Heavens, it is Albemarle!-
Red Carnations
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
One time in Arcadie's fair bowers
There met a bright immortal band,
To choose their emblems from the flowers
That made an Eden of that land.
Reflections
© Jean Ingelow
What change has made the pastures sweet
And reached the daisies at my feet,
And cloud that wears a golden hem?
This lovely world, the hills, the sward—
They all look fresh, as if our Lord
But yesterday had finished them.
Regret Not Me
© Thomas Hardy
Regret not me;
Beneath the sunny tree
I lie uncaring slumbering peacefully.
Regret
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There is a haunting phantom called Regret,
A shadowy creature robed somewhat like Woe,
But fairer in the face, whom all men know
By her sad mien and eyes forever wet.
Recent Appearance Of A Lady
© George Moses Horton
The joy of meeting one so fair,
Inspires the present stream of song;
A bonny belle,
That few excel,
And one with whom I few compare,
Though out of sight so long.
Robert Parkes
© Henry Kendall
High travelling winds by royal hill
Their awful anthem sing,
And songs exalted flow and fill
The caverns of the spring.
R.s.v.p.
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Phyllis, I've a keg of fine fermented grape juice,
Alban wine that's been nine years in the cellar.
Ivy chaplets? Sure. Also, in the garden,
Plenty of parsley.
Runnys Heading Rabits
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Runny lent to the wibrary
And there were bundreds of hooks
Bistory hooks, beography gooks,
And lots of bory stooks.
Race Suicide
© Edgar Lee Masters
"Get children," says Commodus. Why unbar
The portals of the earth? Pre-natal dead
If you had entered here the god of war
Had slaughtered you to crown ambition's head!
Riddles By Dr. Swift And His Friends
© Jonathan Swift
FROM Venus born, thy beauty shows;
But who thy father, no man knows:
Nor can the skilful herald trace
The founder of thy ancient race;
