Poems begining by R
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Richard II (excerpts): Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand
© William Shakespeare
Oh, who can hold a fire in his handBy thinking on the frosty Caucasus?Or cloy the hungry edge of appetiteBy bare imagination of a feast?Or wallow naked in December snowBy thinking on fantastic summer's heat?Oh no, the apprehension of the goodGives but the greater feeling to the worse;Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle moreThan when it bites but lanceth not the sore
Richard II (excerpts): Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs
© William Shakespeare
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs
Richard II (excerpts): I have been studying how to compare
© William Shakespeare
I have been studying how to compareThis prison where I live unto the world,And for because the world is populousAnd here is not a creature but myself,I cannot do it - yet I'll hammer it out
Rockall
© Sargent Epes
Pale ocean rock! that, like a phantom shape,Or some mysterious spirit's tenement,Risest amid this weltering waste of waves,Lonely and desolate, thy spreading baseIs planted in the sea's unmeasured depths,Where rolls the huge leviathan o'er sandsGlistening with shipwrecked treasures
Requiem
© Phillimore John Swinnerton
Brother, we do not lay you down so deep But we ourselves shall overtake you soon:We dream a little longer, while you sleep; And sleep than dreaming, yours the better boon.
Rondeau Redoublé
© John Payne
My day and night are in my lady's hand; I have none other sunrise than her sight:For me her favour glorifies the land, Her anger darkens all the cheerful light
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.
Resumé
© Dorothy Parker
Razors pain you;Rivers are damp;Acids stain you;And drugs cause cramp.Guns aren't lawful;Nooses give;Gas smells awful;You might as well live.
Red Hibiscus in a Sydney Street
© Nicholls Marjory
When I look up and see your flaunting headAnd the long tongue that serpent-like shoots out,I ask, as swift thoughts throng in revellers' rout,What in the world as wicked is as red?I see a columned hall and tables spread,A woman, white and red, with smiles that flout,Two wine-flushed suitors and a sudden shout,Quarrel's quick curses, and the red wine shed--A gleam of swords, a bright and startling stain;Fear's frantic flight, and silence in the hall;Save when the night-wind strays in, flower-sweet,And from the gutt'ring candles white drops fall
Reunion
© McGimpsey David
What is my news? Well, since graduating,I've raked it in and I've tossed it off,I've plucked the green peach and sodded the pitch
Romeo and Juliet
© Marquis Donald Robert Perry
Pop Montague's old brain was wried Through all its convolutionsWith constant thoughts of Homicide And kindred institutions.
Relativity
© David Herbert Lawrence
I like relativity and quantum theoriesbecause I don't understand themand they make me feel as if space shifted about like a swan that can't settle,refusing to sit still and be measured;and as if the atom were an impulsive thingalways changing its mind
Red Geranium and Godly Mignonette
© David Herbert Lawrence
Imagine that any mind ever thought a red geranium!As if the redness of a red geranium could be anything but a sensual experienceand as if sensual experience could take place before there were any senses
Rotten Row
© Frederick Locker Lampson
I hope I'm fond of much that's good, As well as much that's gay;I'd like the country if I could; I love the Park in May:And when I ride in Rotten Row,I wonder why they call'd it so.
Reverie
© Victor Marie Hugo
Oh! laissez-moi! c'est l'heure où l'horizon qui fumeCache un front inégal sous un cercle de brume,L'heure où l'astre géant rougit et disparaît
