Revelation (by: Robert Frost (1875 - 1963)) 'Tis pity if the case require (Or so we say) that in the end We speak the literal to inspire The understanding of a friend. continue reading
Rhodora, The (by: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)) Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! continue reading
Rights Of Women, The (by: Anna Lætitia Barbauld (1743-1825)) Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right! Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest; O born to rule in partial Law's despite, Resume thy native empire o'er the breast! continue reading
Rose Aylmer (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) Ah, what avails the sceptred race! Ah, what the form divine! continue reading
Said The West Wind (by: Isabella Valancy Crawford (1850-1887)) I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings, My misty wings, so high above her breast That flowers would shake no perfumes from their hearts, And waters breathe no whispers to the shores? continue reading
Savior! I've No One Else To Tell (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) Savior! I've no one else to tell -- And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so -- Dost thou remember me? continue reading
Sea Limits, The (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) Listen alone beside the sea, Listen alone among the woods; Those voices of twin solitudes Shall have one sound alike to thee... continue reading
Sea, The (by: Lewis Caroll (1832 - 1898)) There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most Is a thing they call the SEA. continue reading
September (by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)) The golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. continue reading
Sister Awake (by: Unknown) Sister, awake! close not your eyes! The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise Out of her bed of roses. continue reading
