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Robert Blum [76] Robert Blum In der Brigittenau bei Wien wogt fahles, dürres Gras im Winde, Und wenn wir suchend niederknien und... Poet: Rudolf Lavant	Robert Blum [140] Robert Blum. November 1848. „Ists wahr? ists möglich? klangs von Mund zu Munde! Wie konnte... Poet: Louise Otto-Peters	Robert le Mineur Creusez, jeune ouvrier... Dans la nuit souterraine Le vent du ciel apporte un parfum de printemps. L’air est bleu, l’air est frais, remontez vers la plaine ; Là, peut-être l’amour vous pleure dés longtemps. « Bientôt je reverrai la blonde Eléonore, » Se... Poet: Frédéric Monneron	Written in the Visitors' Book at the Birthplace of Robert Burns Of heavenly stature, but most human smile, Gyved with our faults he stands, Truth’s white and Love’s red roses tendering us, Whose thorns are in his hands. Poet: George Washington Cable
King Robert of Sicily Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane And Valmond, emperor of Allemaine, Apparelled in magnificent attire, With retinue of many a knight and squire, On Saint John’s eve, at vespers, proudly sat And heard the priests chant the Magnificat. And as... Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Robert of Lincoln Merrily swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name: Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link, Spink, spank, spink; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, ... Poet: William Cullen Bryant	To Benjamin Robert Haydon Great spirits now on earth are sojourning: He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel’s wing: He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom’s sake:... Poet: John Keats	Robert Browning There is delight in singing, though none hear Beside the singer; and there is delight In praising, though the praiser sit alone And see the praised far off him, far above. Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world’s, Therefore on him no speech! and brief... Poet: Walter Savage Landor
The Burial of Robert Browning UPON St. Michael’s Isle They laid him for awhile That he might feel the Ocean’s full embrace, And wedded be To that wide sea— The subject and the passion of his race. As Thetis, from some lovely... Poet: Michael Field	Ballade pour Robert d'Estouteville Au point du jour, que l'éprevier s'ébat, Mû de plaisir et par noble coutume, Bruit la mauvis et de joie s'ébat, Reçoit son pair et se joint à sa plume, Offrir vous veuil, à ce Désir m'allume, Ioyeusement ce qu'aux amants bon semble. Sachez qu'Amour l'écrit en son... Poet: François Villon