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The Rendezvous Alan Seeger	The priest that serves nor him that celebrates, But ever scans the aisle for his blonde...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
the reply tony ornelas	Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Republic Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rescue Edward George Dyson	‘And his mate? Where is Sandy M‘Fadyn?’ ’Sandy’s snoring at home on his bunk.’ ‘Not at work! Name o’ God! a foreboding?’ ‘A foreboding be hanged! He is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Resignation Thomas Chatterton	Forbid the sigh, compose my mind, Nor let the gush of mis'ry...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Resolve Sir Walter Scott	Till it has fairly flown, Nor scorch me at a flame so hot;- I'll rather freeze...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Respectable Burgher on "The Higher Criticism" Thomas Hardy	That David was no giant-slayer, Nor one to call a God-obeyer In certain details we could spare, But rather was a debonair ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Resurrection Count Giacomo Leopardi	love Within me seemed to die; Nor from my frozen, senseless breast Escaped a single...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Retired Cat William Cowper	Where neither cold might come, nor air Too rudely wanton with her hair, And sought it in the likeliest mode Within her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Retreat Henry King	You may assoon imprison the North-wind; Or catch the Lightning as it leaps; or reach The leading billow first ran down...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Retreat From Moscow Victor Marie Hugo	Nor chief nor banner in order could keep, The wolves of warfare were 'wildered like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Return Rudyard Kipling	An' last it come to me--not pride, Nor yet conceit, but on the 'ole (If such a term may be applied), The makin's of a bloomin'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Return of the Children Rudyard Kipling	Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Return Of Youth William Cullen Bryant	Yet grieve thou not, nor think thy youth is gone, Nor deem that glorious season e'er could...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Return to Ulster Sir Walter Scott	To me 'twas not legend, nor tale to the ear, But a vision of noontide, distinguish'd and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Revealer Edwin Arlington Robinson	Not knowing the best thing to seek, Nor caring if the gods restore The lost composite of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Revenge Of Hamish Sidney Lanier	Do thou turn them to me: nor fail, lest thy back be red as thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Revolution George Meredith	breast-bare, Bare-limbed; nor graceless gleamed her disarray In scorn of the seductive insincere, But martially nude for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Revolution At Market-Hill Jonathan Swift	And thus the pair of humble gentry At north and south are posted sentry; While in his lordly castle fixt, The knight triumphant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Revolutionary David Herbert Lawrence	I do not yearn, nor aspire, for I am a blind...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rhemese La Fontaine	I mean not tow'rs nor churches, gates, nor streets; But charming belles with soft enchanting sweets: Such oft among...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rhine William Lisle Bowles	Counts not the hours of a long summer's day, Nor heeds how fast the prospect winds...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rhyme Of The Beast Thomas William Hodgson Crosland	Not the altar, nor the tomb, Nor the Sufferer on the Tree, Nor the babe within the womb Shall be sacred unto...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards Henry Lawson	It wasn't rum or whisky, nor yet was it Three...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ride Of Collin Graves John Boyle O'Reilly	afire on top of the hill. It was not a sound—nor a thing of sense— But a pain, like the pang of the short suspense That thrills the being of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)