Poems begining by R
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Rejoicing After The Battle Of Inkerman
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Rejoice! the fearful day is oer
For the victors and the slain;
Renewel of Strength
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
And over the shadows of my life
Stole the light of a peace divine.
Resigning
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
"Poor heart, what bitter words we speak
When God speaks of resigning!"
Rip Van Winkle. Canto I.
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
OLD Rip Van Winkle had a grandson, Rip,
Of the paternal block a genuine chip,âÂ
A lazy, sleepy, curious kind of chap;
He, like his grandsire, took a mighty nap,
Whereof the story I propose to tell
In two brief cantos, if you listen well.
Renouveau. (From The French)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Now Time throws off his cloak again
Of ermined frost, and cold and rain,
Ritner
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THANK God for the token! one lip is still free,
One spirit untrammelled, unbending one knee!
Like the oak of the mountain, deep-rooted and firm,
Erect, when the multitude bends to the storm;
Rubens
© Harriet Monroe
It was a rich old gorgeous world you painted &mdash
For kinds or prelates, what mattered! &mdash palace or church!
You had a wonderful, glorious time! &mdash
And no doubt the ladies loved you.
Reciprocal Kindness The Primary Law Of Nature
© William Cowper
Androcles, from his injured lord, in dread
Of instant death, to Lybia's desert fled,
Robert E. Lee
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The man was loved, the man was idolized,
The man had every just and noble gift.
He took great burdens and he bore them well,
Romaunt Of The Oak
© Madison Julius Cawein
"I rode to death, for I fought for shame--
The Lady Maurine of noble name,
Rimas LXXV
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
?Sera verdad que cuando toca el sueno
Con sus dedos de rosa nuestros ojos
De la carcel que habita huye el espiritu
En vuelo presuroso?
Rimas XLIII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Deje la luz a un lado, y en el borde
De la revuelta cama me sente,
Mudo, sombrio, la pupila inmovil
Clavada en la pared.
Reapers
© Theocritus
Up with the lark to reap,
And cease when it goes to sleep;
Rest yourself at mid-day.
Richard Corey
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
Readen Ov A Head-Stwone
© William Barnes
As I wer readèn ov a stwone
In Grenley church-yard all alwone,
