Poems begining by R
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Rubaiyat 30
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I spent my life chasing my wishes
What benefits fate furnishes?
Whomever to I said I loved you,
Turned to my foe, why my luck ravishes?
Reciprocal.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
MY mistress, where sits she?What is it that charms?
The absent she's rocking,Held fast in her arms.In pretty cage prison'dShe holds a bird still;
Yet lets him fly from her,Whenever he will.He pecks at her finger,And pecks at her lips,
And hovers and flutters,And round her he skips.Then hasten thou homeward,In fashion to be;
Rubaiyat 09
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
My broken hearts sorrows are deep.
Painful, disturbed, broken my sleep.
If you dont believe, send me your thoughts
And you will see how in sleep I weep.
Response
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Beside that milestone where the level sun,
Nigh unto setting, sheds his last, low rays
Rinaldo.*
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick
of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part
of Rinaldo.--See the Annalen.]
Rondel - I
© Sir Henry Newbolt
(from the French of Wenceslas, Duke of Brabant and Luxembourg, who died in 1384.)
Though I wander far-off ways,
Dearest, never doubt thou me:
Restless Love.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THROUGH rain, through snow,
Through tempest go!
'Mongst streaming caves,
O'er misty waves,
On, on! still on!
Peace, rest have flown!
Rollicking Hans.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
If I depart from this sad sphere,
And leave a will behind me here,
A suit at law will be preferr'd,
But as for thanks,--the deuce a word!
So ere I die, I squander all,
And that a proper will I call.
Requirement
© John Greenleaf Whittier
We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave
Of text and legend. Reason's voice and God's,
Richard And Kate: Or, Fair-Day
© Robert Bloomfield
'Come, Goody, stop your humdrum wheel,
Sweep up your orts, and get your Hat;
Old joys reviv'd once more I feel,
'Tis Fair-day;--ay, _and more than that._
Rhymed Distichs.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
RHYMED DISTICHS.[The Distichs, of which these are given as a
specimen, are about forty in number.]WHO trusts in God,
Fears not His rod.THIS truth may be by all believed:
Whom God deceives, is well deceived.HOW? when? and where?--No answer comes from high;
Robert the Bruce (To Douglas in Dying)
© Edwin Muir
'MY life is done, yet all remains,
The breath has gone, the image not,
Rest
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
O EARTH, lie heavily upon her eyes;
Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth;
Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth
With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.
Reynard the Fox - Part 1
© John Masefield
Poor Polly's dying struck him queer,
He was a darkened man thereafter,
Cowed, silent, he would wince at laughter
And be so gentle it was strange
Even to see. Life loves to change.
Remember
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Reedy River
© Henry Lawson
Ten miles down Reedy River
A pool of water lies,
And all the year it mirrors
The changes in the skies,
Republican Pioneers
© Henry Lawson
Laugh long and loud, you toady crowd,
At the men you call benighted,
In spite of your sneers, we are pioneers
Of "Australian States United"!
In spite of your sneers, We are pioneers
Of "Australian States United"!
