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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Romance of the Swan’s Nest	Elizabeth Barrett Browning	1826	English	LITTLE Ellie sits alone Mid the beeches of a meadow, By a stream-side on the grass, And the trees are showering down Doubles of their leaves in shadow, On her shining hair and face. She has thrown her bonnet by, And her feet she...
The Room's Width	Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward		English	I think if I should cross the room, Far as fear; Should stand beside you like a thought— Touch you, dear, Like a fancy,—to your sad heart It would seem That my vision passed and prayed you, Or my dream....
The Rosary	Robert Cameron Rogers		English	The hours I spent with thee, dear heart, Are as a string of pearls to me; I count them over, every one apart, My rosary. Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer, To still a heart in absence wrung; I tell each bead unto the end and...
The Rose and the Gauntlet	John Sterling	1826	English	Low spake the knight to the peasant-girl: “I tell thee sooth, I am belted earl; Fly with me from this garden small, And thou shalt sit in my castle’s hall; “Thou shalt have pomp, and wealth, and pleasure, Joys beyond thy fancy’s measure; Here...
The Rose and Thorn	Paul Hamilton Hayne		English	She ’s loveliest of the festal throng In delicate form and Grecian face,— A beautiful, incarnate song, A marvel of harmonious grace, And yet I know the truth I speak: From those gay groups she stands apart, A rose upon her tender cheek,...
The Rose did caper on her cheek —				The Rose did caper on her cheek — Her Bodice rose and fell — Her pretty speech — like drunken men — Did stagger pitiful — Her fingers fumbled at her work — Her needle would not go — What ailed so...
The Rose in the Deeps of his Heart	William Butler Yeats	1899	Love	All things uncomely and broken, all things worn-out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart...
The Rose's Cup	Frank Dempster Sherman		English	Down in a garden olden,— Just where, I do not know,— A buttercup all golden Chanced near a rose to grow; And every morning early, Before the birds were up, A tiny dewdrop pearly Fell in this little cup. This was the drink...
The Rose-Bush	Johann Ludwig Uhland		English	From the German by William Warren Caldwell A CHILD sleeps under a rose-bush fair, The buds swell out in the soft May air; Sweetly it rests, and on dream-wings flies To play with the angels in Paradise. And the years glide by. A Maiden stands...
The Royal Mummy to Bohemia	Charles Warren Stoddard		English	Wherefore these revels that my dull eyes greet? These dancers, dancing at my fleshless feet; The harpers, harping vainly at my ears Deaf to the world, lo, thrice a thousand years! Time was when even I was blithe: I knew The murmur of the flowing wave,...
The Ruler's Faith			English	DEATH cometh to the chamber of the sick: The ruler's daughter, like the peasant's child, Turns pale as marble. Hark! that hollow moan, Which none may soothe, and then the last faint breath Subsiding with a shudder. ...
The Ruling Passion	Alexander Pope	1708	English	From “Moral Essays,” Epistle I. SEARCH thou the ruling passion; there, alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.* * * * * In...
The Rustic Lad’s Lament in the Town	David Macbeth Moir	1818	English	O, Wad that my time were owre but, Wi’ this wintry sleet and snaw, That I might see our house again, I’ the bonnie birken shaw! For this is no my ain life, And I peak and pine away Wi’ the thochts o’ hame and the young flowers, In...
The Sabbath Morning	John Leyden	1795	English	With silent awe I hail the sacred morn, That slowly wakes while all the fields are still! A soothing calm on every breeze is borne; A graver murmur gurgles from the rill; And echo answers softer from the hill; And sweeter sings the linnet from the thorn:...
The Sabbath of the Soul	Anna Letitia Barbauld		English	Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born; Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn. To-morrow will be time enough To feel your harsh control; Ye shall not violate, this day, The...
The Sack of Baltimore	Thomas Osborne Davis		English	[Baltimore is a small seaport in the barony of Carbery, in South Munster. It grew up around a castle of O’Driscoll’s, and was, after his ruin, colonized by the English. On the 20th of June, 1631, the crews of two Algerine galleys landed in the dead of the night, sacked the town, and bore off...
The Saddest Fate	Anonymous		English	TO touch a broken lute, To strike a jangled string, To strive with tones forever mute The dear old tunes to sing— What sadder fate could any heart befall? Alas! dear child, never to sing at all. To sigh for pleasures flown...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,				The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, — The birds, they make it in the spring, At night's delicious close. Between the March and April line — That magical frontier ...
The Sail			English	The Sail The lonely sail is showing white Among the haze of the blue sea!.. What does it search in foreign part? What left it in the native land?.. The waves are playing, wind is whistling, ...
The Sailor’s Consolation	William Pitt	1820	English	One night came on a hurricane, The sea was mountains rolling, When Barney Buntline turned his quid, And said to Billy Bowling: “A strong nor’wester ’s blowing, Bill; Hark! don’t ye hear it roar now? Lord help ’em, how I pities them ...