Poems begining by R
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Retro Santhanas
© Edith Nesbit
"REFUSE, refrain: for this is not the love
The Annunciation Angel warned you of;
This is the little candle, not the sun;
It burns, but will not warm, unhappy one!"
Reason, The Use Of It In Divine Matters
© Abraham Cowley
Some blind themselves, 'cause possibly they may
Be led by others a right way;
Reading 'Hamlet'
© Anna Akhmatova
And, as if in wrong occasion,
I said, "Thou," else...
And an easy smile of pleasure
Lit up dear face.
Rain-Songs
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE rain streams down like harp-strings from the sky;
The wind, that world-old harpist, sitteth by;
And ever as he sings his low refrain,
He plays upon the harp-strings of the rain.
Rose Dolores
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE moan of Rose Dolores, she made her plaint to me,
"My hair is lifted by the wind that sweeps in from the sea;
I taste its salt upon my lips--O jailer, set me free!"
Raschi In Prague
© Emma Lazarus
Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Israel,
The authoritative Talmudist, returned
Ralph Isham, 1753 And Later
© Eli Siegel
Know you him, O, him,
Who lived in those days?
He wore a gay coat,
And he stepped along, jauntily, jauntily,
Rime 104
© Gaspara Stampa
O night to me more splendid and more blessed
Than the most blessed and most splendid of days,
Night worthy of the most exalted praise,
Not just of mine, unworthy and distressed,
Rocky Acres
© Robert Graves
This is a wild land, country of my choice,
With harsh craggy mountain, moor ample and bare.
Reply To Rudyard Kipling's Poem: 'he travels the fast who travels alone'
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,
Though he laughs in the daytime, oft weeps through the nights;
For courage goes down with the set of the sun,
When the toil of the journey is all borne by one.
He speeds but to grief, though full gaily he ride,
Who travels alone without Love at his side.
Reflections Suggested By Winter
© James Thomson
'Tis done! dread winter spreads its latest glooms,
And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year.
How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!
How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends
Recollections
© Caroline Norton
DO you remember all the sunny places,
Where in bright days, long past, we played together?
Do you remember all the old home faces
That gathered round the hearth in wintry weather?
Reminiscence
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The rain was ending, and light
Lifting the leaden skies.
It shone upon ceiling and floor
And dazzled a child's eyes.
Roll A Rock Down
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
On, out in the West where the riders are ready,
They sing an old song and they tell an old tale,
And its moral is plain: Take it easy, go steady,
While riding a horse on the Malibu Trail.
Rachel
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE wan September moonbeams, struggling down
Through the gray clouds upon her desolate head,
The coldness of their muffled radiance shed
Faintly above her like a spectral crown:
