Poems begining by R
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Reality
© Rabia al Basri
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
Report On Tait's Lecture On Force
© James Clerk Maxwell
While you, brave Tait! who know so well the way
Forces to scatter,
Calmly await the slow but sure decay,
Even of Matter.
Rome Unvisited
© Oscar Wilde
I.
THE corn has turned from grey to red,
Since first my spirit wandered forth
From the drear cities of the north,
And to Italia's mountains fled.
Robin Hood's Flight
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now,
Has been gone from her earthly home;
And Robin has paid, he scarce knew how,
A sum for a noble tomb.
Robin Hood, A Child.
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
It was the pleasant season yet,
When the stones at cottage doors
Dry quickly, while the roads are wet,
After the silver showers.
Riches
© Madison Julius Cawein
What mines the morning heavens unfold!
What far Alaskas of the skies!
That, veined with elemental gold,
Sierra on Sierra rise.
Robin Hood, An Outlaw.
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
Robin Hood is an outlaw bold
Under the greenwood tree;
Bird, nor stag, nor morning air
Is more at large than he.
Rushes In A Watery Place
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Rushes in a watery place,
And reeds in a hollow;
Roadways
© John Masefield
ONE road leads to London,
One road leads to Wales,
My road leads me seawards
To the white dipping sails.
Risus Dei
© Edward Thomas
Methinks in Him there dwells alway
A sea of laughter very deep,
Where the leviathans leap,
And little children play,
Reply To Some Verses Of J.M.B. Pigot, Esq. On The Cruelty Of His Mistress
© George Gordon Byron
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain,
Why thus in despair do you fret?
For months you may try, yet, believe me, a sigh
Will never obtain a coquette.
Run And Won
© Vlanes (Vladislav Nekliaev)
When you entered the workshop, I was already here.
How many statues, and torsos, and heads !
Like remains of the battle that never ends.
I am giggling into my beard. Wind's fluffy plume
is struggling with the curtain. I know you can hear
both, not becoming distinct, no matter for whom.
Resentment Near the Jade Stairs
© Li Po
Dew whitens the jade stairs.
This late, it soaks her gauze stockings.
Rose
© Thomas Dekker
Here sit thou down upon this flowry bank,
And make a garland for thy Lacys head.
Rover
© Henry Kendall
NO classic warrior tempts my pen
To fill with verse these pages
No lordly-hearted man of men
My Muses thought engages.
Reapers
© Jean Toomer
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones
Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones
Remembrances Of The Renowned Knight, Sir Rowland Cotton, Of Bellaport In Shropshire, Concerning
© William Strode
Had Death a Body, like the Dane's or thine,
Th' adst beene Her death; if humane Eares like mine,
Thy tongues had charm'd them; if a heart to love,
Each quality of thine a dart might prove.
Rules For Monarchs.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IF men are never their thoughts to employ,
Take care to provide them a life full of joy;
But if to some profit and use thou wouldst bend them,
Take care to shear them, and then defend them.
Rosa Flammea
© Arthur Symons
Beautiful demon, O veil those eyes of fire,
Cover your breads that are whiter than milk, and ruddy
