Reality (by: Calvin Hart) Open your eyes and look around, Take note of all that you see, continue reading
Reaper And The Flowers, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. continue reading
Remembrance (by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616)) When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste; continue reading
Remorse (by: Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)) Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even... continue reading
Requiescat (by: Matthew Arnold (1822 - 1888)) Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! continue reading
Resurrection (by: Hermann Hagedorn) Not long did we lie on the torn, red field of pain. We fell, we lay, we slumbered, we took rest, With the wild nerves quiet at last, and the vexed brain Cleared of the wingèd nightmares, and the breast Freed of the heavy dreams of hearts afar. continue reading
Sands of Dee, The (by: Charles Kingsley (1819-1875)) 'O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, continue reading
