Poems begining by R
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Republic And Motherland
© Alfred Noyes
Up the vast harbor with the morning sun
The ship swept in from sea;
Gigantic towers arose, the night was done,
And--there stood Liberty.
Recollections Of Cornwall
© Robert Laurence Binyon
To R. G. R. and H. P. P.
Let not the mind, that would have peace,
Too much repose on former joy,
Nor in pourtraying past delight
Her needed, active power employ!
R. S. S., At Deer Island On The Merrimac
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Make, for he loved thee well, our Merrimac,
From wave and shore a low and long lament
Riding To Town
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
WHEN labor is light and the morning is fair,
I find it a pleasure beyond all compare
Remember me
© William Percy French
Remember me is all I ask,
And yet
If the remembrance prove a task,
Forget.
Requiescit
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
His name is cut upon a stone. His dreams
Were written on Time's hem; and Time has fled
And taken him and them. The grass is green
Upon his grave. I cannot doubt he sleeps.
Reply to a Friend
© Mao Zedong
White clouds are sailing above the Mountain Jiuyi;
Riding the wind, the Princesses descend the green hills.
Ragnarok
© Kenneth Allott
Our Trojan world is polarised to mourn;
To dream and find a black spot on the sun,
And wake to love and find our lover gone.
Remembering An Account Executive
© Alan Dugan
He had a back office in his older brothers
advertising agency and understood the human asshole.
Ruth
© William Wordsworth
WHEN Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father took another Mate;
And Ruth, not seven years old,
A slighted child, at her own will
Went wandering over dale and hill,
In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Rimas XV
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Cendal flotante de leve bruma,
Rizada cinta de blanca espuma,
Rumor sonoro
De arpa de oro,
Beso del aura, onda de luz,
Eso eres tu.
Rondel
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THESE many years since we began to be,
What have the gods done with us? what with me,
What with my love? they have shown me fates and fears,
Harsh springs, and fountains bitterer than the sea,
Grief a fixed star, and joy a vane that veers,
These many years.
Reading Laozi
© Bai Juyi
Those who speak do not know, those who know are silent,
I heard this saying from the old gentleman.
If the old gentleman was one who knew the way,
Why did he feel able to write five thousand words?
Remembrance
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Swifter far than summer's flight--
Swifter far than youths delight--
Swifter far than happy night,
Rest
© Mathilde Blind
WE are so tired, my heart and I.
Of all things here beneath the sky
One only thing would please us best--
Endless, unfathomable rest.
Rebel Hearts
© John Le Gay Brereton
An outcry in the bush below,
A crash, and boughs that sway,
And shouts of laughter let me know
Where my two ruffians play.
