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Retort
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
"THOU art a fool," said my head to my heart,
"Indeed, the greatest of fools thou art,
Robin And Harry
© Jonathan Swift
Robin to beggars with a curse,
Throws the last shilling in his purse;
And when the coachman comes for pay,
The rogue must call another day.
Roman Anemones
© Mathilde Blind
THE maiden meadows softly blush
Beneath the enamoured breeze,
And break into one purple flush
Of frail anemones.
Robbed by Deathbut that was easy
© Emily Dickinson
Robbed by Deathbut that was easy
To the failing Eye
I could hold the latest Glowing
Robbed by Liberty
Roses Only
© Marianne Clarke Moore
You do not seem to realize that beauty is a liability rather
than
Rubaiyat 33
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Beauty of the rose you eclipse,
Every bud quietly away slips.
How can the rose compete with you?
Rose shines in moonlight, moon in your grips.
Reconciliation
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LAND of the North! I waft to thee
The South's warm benedicite!
Thou camest when all was grief and pain,
The feverish blood, the tortured brain,
When through hot veins delirium ran,
Thou cam'st, the true Samaritan!
Rufuss Tree
© John Kenyon
O'er the New Forest's heath-hills bare,
Down steep ravine, by shaggy wood,
Rimas I
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Yo se un himno gigante y extrano
Que anuncia en la noche del alma una aurora,
Y estas paginas son de ese himno
Cadencias que el aire dilata en las sombras.
Rimas LII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Olas gigantes que os rompeis bramando
En las playas desiertas y remotas,
Envuelto entre la sabana de espumas,
iLlevadme con vosotras!
Richard and Kate: A suffolk Ballad
© 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._
Restless Night
© Du Fu
As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom,
Moonlight fills every corner of our
Garden. Heavy dew beads and trickles.
Stars suddenly there, sparse, next aren't.
Rich & Poor; or Saint & Sinner
© Thomas Love Peacock
The poor man's sins are glaring;
In the face of ghostly warning
He is caught in the fact
Of an overt act--
Buying greens on a Sunday morning.
Remembrance of Christmas Past
© Judith Viorst
We rose at dawn to three boys singing Rudolph.
We listened numbly to their shouts of glee.
The kitten threw up tinsel on the carpet.
The fire truck collided with the tree, requiring
Ruans Voyage
© Robert Laurence Binyon
``Fisherman, fisherman, help!'' she cried.
Ruan turned his boat aside
Swiftly in the eddying tide.
Return
© John Wilmot
Absent from thee, I languish still;
Then ask me not, When I return?
The straying fool 'twill plainly kill
To wish all day, all night to mourn.
Rain In The Woods
© Madison Julius Cawein
When on the leaves the rain persists,
And every gust brings showers down;
When all the woodland smokes with mists,
I take the old road out of town
Into the hills through which it twists.
Remember--Forget
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
AND what shall be the song to-night,
If song there needs must be?
