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Rubaiyat 39

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

With good company and harp and reed
In a corner, jug of wine and time to heed,
The warmth of wine runs through my veins,
Why should I succumb to my greed?

Radha And Krishna Make A Date

© Sant Surdas

Thus did Radha and Krishna feel in their hearts the transports of first love

Rikki-Tikki-Tavi

© Rudyard Kipling

At the hole where he went in
Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.
Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
"Nag, come up and dance with death! "

River Lilies

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Saw a boy three lilies white,
Lilies in the river,
Half heart-open to the light,
Full of golden arrows bright,

Reminiscence.

© Arthur Henry Adams

I STAND in old Earth's presence; over all
The warm, pervading sunshine seems to print
Life and the Present; and there is no glint
Of white bones from the Past's decaying pall;

Reuben's Children

© Dorothy Parker

Accursed from their birth they be
Who seek to find monogamy,
Pursuing it from bed to bed-
I think they would be better dead.

Reason has Moons

© Ralph Hodgson

Reason has moons, but moons not hers,

Lie mirror'd on the sea,

Rest

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;

Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth;

Russell Gurney

© George MacDonald

In that high country whither thou art gone,

Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers,

If I can leave behind me here and there
A friend or two to say when I am gone
That I had helped to make their pathways fair,
Had brought them smiles when they were bowed with care,
The riches of this world I'll carry on.

Report Of An Adjudged Case

© William Cowper

Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.

Recantation

© Sylvia Plath

'Tea leaves I've given up,

And that crooked line

Results Ridiculous

Sing, Heavenly Muse, in lines that flow
More smoothly than the wandering Po,
Of man's descending from the height
Of Heaven itself, the blue, the bright,
To Hell's unutterable throe.

Report on Experience

I have been young, and now am not too old;
And I have seen the righteous forsaken,
His health, his honour and his quality taken.
This is not what we were formerly told.

Rondel. (From Froissart)

Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
Naught see I fixed or sure in thee!
I do not know thee,--nor what deeds are thine:
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
Naught see I fixed or sure in thee!