Poems begining by R
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Rendez-vous
© Charles Cros
Ma belle amie est morte,
Et voilà quon la porte
En terre, ce matin,
En souliers de satin.
Ring Ring The Banjo
© Stephen C. Foster
De time is nebber dreary if de darkey nebber groans;
De ladies nebber weary wid de rattle of de bones:
Den come again Susanna by de gaslight ob de moon;
We'll tum de old Piano when de banjo's out ob tune.
River-Mates
© Padraic Colum
ILL be an otter, and Ill let you swim
A mate beside me; we will venture down
Revenge of Injuries
© Elizabeth Carew
The fairest action of our human life
Is scorning to revenge an injury;
For who forgives without a further strife,
His adversary's heart to him doth tie.
And 'tis a firmer conquest truly said,
To win the heart, than overthrow the head.
Rose-Cheeked Laura
© Thomas Campion
Rose-cheek'd Laura, come,
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.
Reflections - I.
© Samuel Rogers
Man to the last is but a froward child;
So eager for the future, come what may,
And to the present so insensible!
Oh, if he could in all things as he would,
Rome
© Ezra Pound
FROM THE FRENCH OF JOACHIM DU BELLAY
O thou new comer who seek'st Rome in Rome
And find'st in Rome no thing thou canst call Roman;
Arches worn old and palaces made common,
Rome's name alone within these walls keeps home.
Rosamond
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IN the fragrant bright June morning, Rosamond, the queen of girls,
Down the marble doorsteps loiters, radiant with her sunny curls;
O'er the green sward through the garden passes to the river's brink
Throws away an old bouquet, and wonders if 't will float or sink.
Riding Home
© Katharine Tynan
Who are these that go to the high peaks and the snow?
Side by side do they ride, their steady eyes aglow.
Gallant gentlemen, they go spurring o'er the plain;
Home from the war again.
Rich And Poor
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Neath the radiance faint of the starlit sky
The gleaming snow-drifts lay wide and high;
Oer hill and dell stretched a mantle white,
The branches glittered with crystal bright;
But the winter winds keen icy breath
Was merciless, numbing and chill as death.
Rivers Of Canada
© Bliss William Carman
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay,
They call me and call me to follow them away.
Missinaibi, Abitibi, Little Current-whe re they run
Dancing and sparkling I see them in the sun.
Rubaiyat 21
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Dont make me fall in love with that face
Dont let the drunk the wine seller embrace.
Sufi, you know the pace of this path,
The lovers and drunks dont disgrace.
Radiator
© Connie Wanek
Mittens are drying on the radiator,
boots nearby, one on its side.
Like some monstrous segmented insect
the radiator elongates under the window.
Randall Jarrell
© Robert Lowell
The dream went like a rake of sliced bamboo,
slats of dust distracted by a downdraw;
Rondeau Redoublé (and Scarcely Worth the Trouble, at That)
© Dorothy Parker
The same to me are sombre days and gay.
Though joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright,
Because my dearest love is gone away
Within my heart is melancholy night.
