Poems begining by R

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What pity, alas! that so lib'ral a mind
Should so long be to news-paper essays confin'd;
Who perhaps to the summit of science could soar,
Yet content 'if the table he set on a roar';
Whose talents to fill any station were fit,
Yet happy if Woodfall confess'd him a wit.

Rouge Bouquet

© Joyce Kilmer

In a wood they call Rouge Bouquet

There is a new-made grave today,

Rings

© Arthur Symons

I have a morbid fear of these my ancient rings.

Have I not found subtle poison in many a gem?

Red Ridinghood

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

The Moral: There's nothing much glummer
Than children whose talents appal.
One much prefers those that are dumber,
And as for the paragons small
If a swallow cannot make a summer.
It can bring on a summary fall!

Rubaiyat 01

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

The only vision I have is your sight
The only thing I follow is your light.
Everyone finds his repose in sleep,
Sleep from my eyes has taken flight.

Reply to Comrade Guo Moruo 1961

© Mao Zedong

A thunderstorm burst over the earth,

So a devil rose from a heap of white bones.

Roly Poly

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

ROLY POLY'S just awakened,
Wakened in his cosy bed,
All his dainty ringlets tumbled
O'er his shoulders, and his head:

Requiem

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:

Renunciation

© Edith Nesbit

ROSE of the desert of my heart,
Moon of the night that is my soul,
Thou can'st not know how sweet thou art,
Nor what wild tides thy beams control.

Rose Leaves

© Henry Austin Dobson

I intended an Ode,

And it turned to a Sonnet.

Reality

© Archibald Lampman

I stand at noon upon the heated flags
At the bleached crossing of two streets, and dream
With brain scarce conscious now the hurrying stream
Of noonday passengers is done. Two hags

Resigned

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

My babe was moaning in its sleep,
I leaned and kissed it where it lay,
My pain was such I could not weep,
Oh, would God take my child away?
He had so many round his throne-
If He took mine-I stood alone!