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- Professor Gayley, you’re a great man, sure! Ambrose Bierce The Troubadour
- Prospectors from all nations hurry James McIntyre Nickel Mines
- Proud music of the storm, Walt Whitman Proud Music of the Storm
- Proud? Georgia Douglas Johnson Maternity
- Proudly the youth, sudden with manhood crowned, George MacDonald A Hidden Life
- Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control John Henry Newman Flowers Without Fruit
- “Put off that mask of burning gold W. B. Yeats The Mask
- Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat Alfred, Lord Tennyson Guinevere
- Queen Mary one day Jesus sent George MacDonald A Meditation of St. Eligius
- Quelle bêtise! O Muse, no longer lappt in sadness let us lie, David Park Barnitz Song of Golden Youth
- Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither, Walt Whitman Quicksand Years
- Quiet I lay at last, and knew no more George MacDonald Somnium Mystici
- Quiet they lie in their shrouds of rest, Voltairine de Cleyre At the Grave in Waldheim
- Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, John Newton The Child
- Quite firmly did you stand, and unafraid Georgia Douglas Johnson To Henry Lincoln Johnson—Lawyer
- Race of veterans—race of victors! Walt Whitman Race of Veterans
- Rain has fallen all the day. James Joyce Rain Has Fallen All the Day
- Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain Edward Thomas Rain
- Rais’d are the dripping oars— Matthew Arnold The Youth of Nature
- Raise high up the banner James McIntyre Raise High the Banner
- Ranney began with just two cows, James McIntyre Ranney, 1856, Dairy System
- Rannie began with just two cows, James McIntyre The Cheese Pioneer
- Rash mortal! stay thy feet and look around— Ambrose Bierce XXIX
- Rather notice, mon cher, William Carlos Williams To a Solitary Disciple
- Ray of the Dawn of Truth, Aubrey de Vere, George MacDonald To Aubrey de Vere
- Read here, O friend unknown, Henry van Dyke Jr. Inscription for a Tomb in England
- Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud John Keats Written Upon the Top of Ben Nevis
- Read this, world! He who writes is dead to thee, Philip James Bailey L’Envoi
- Reader, your soul upraise to see, Robert Louis Stevenson Reader, Your Soul Upraise to See
- Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys, Edgar Lee Masters Thomas Trebelyan
- Recorders ages hence, Walt Whitman Recorders Ages Hence
- Red cradle of the night, William Carlos Williams Portent
- Red lips are not so red Wilfred Owen Greater Love
- Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! W. B. Yeats To the Rose Upon the Rood of Time
- Refrain, dull orator, from speaking out, Ambrose Bierce To W. H. L. B.
- Refreshed by the bread and wine, John Newton Communion with the Saints in Glory
- Regardless of the cries of priests and sages Ameen Rihani Unadorned
- Rejoice, believer, in the Lord, John Newton Perseverance
- Rejoice, rejoice, we all do stand, James McIntyre Patriotic Ode
- “Rejoice,” said the Sun; “I will make thee gay George MacDonald Rejoice
- Remember the Fourth of July, Ring Lardner A. J. Thatcher
- Remember us, we pray thee, Lord, John Newton Psalm 106:4–5
- Remember, when the timid light Henry van Dyke Jr. “Rappelle-Toi”
- Remember, ye whom the skies delight, David Park Barnitz Remember
- Republicans think Jonas Bimm Ambrose Bierce Philosopher Bimm
- Republicans, since he’s been boss, Ring Lardner Ex-Gov. Chas. S. Deneen
- Requiem, requiem, requiem, Voltairine de Cleyre Marsh-Bloom
- Resign the rhapsody, the dream, Robert Louis Stevenson To the Muse
- “Resolved that we will post,” the tradesmen say, Ambrose Bierce A Blacklist
- Rest thee aged pilgrim, now thy toils are o’er; Mary Weston Fordham Death of a Grandparent
- Return to bless my waiting eyes, John Newton Return, O Lord, How Long?
- Return, dear Lord, to those who look Henry van Dyke Jr. Jesus Return
- Reverend Wiley advised me not to divorce him Edgar Lee Masters Mrs. Charles Bliss
- Rhodes’ slave! Selling shoes and gingham, Edgar Lee Masters Eugene Carman
- Rich, honored by my fellow citizens, Edgar Lee Masters Washington McNeely
- Rid of the world’s injustice, and his pain, Oscar Wilde The Grave of Keats
- Right well I wote, most mighty Soveraine, Edmund Spenser The Legend of Sir Guyon, or of Temperance
- Ring, aye, ring the freedom bell, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Freedom Bell
- Rise O days from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep, Walt Whitman Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps
- Rise up, rise up, Edward Thomas The Trumpet
- Rise up! rise up! Oh Israel, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Deliverance
- River, why in ceaseless flow Mary Weston Fordham Maiden and River
- Rivers and winds among the twisted hills, Robert Louis Stevenson Rivers and Winds Among the Twisted Hills
- Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality, Walt Whitman Roaming in Thought
- Roland is dead, Cuchulain’s crest is low, C. S. Lewis Victory
- Romance, who loves to nod and sing, Edgar Allan Poe Romance
- Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; Oscar Wilde Urbs Sacra Æterna
- Romeo, grand sérieux, to importune T. S. Eliot Nocturne
- Roots and leaves themselves alone are these, Walt Whitman Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone
- Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! W. B. Yeats The Rose of Battle
- Roses after rain, Georgia Douglas Johnson Recompense
- Running along a bank, a parapet Edward Thomas The Path
- Running for Senator with clumsy pace, Ambrose Bierce George C. Perkins
- Russians suffer sad distress James McIntyre Bear and Whale
- Sad memories it doth awake, James McIntyre Big Bear the Indian Chief
- Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies George MacDonald Oh Thou of Little Faith
- Sad, sad, sad— Ameen Rihani A Spring Dirge
- Safely through another week John Newton Saturday Evening
- Said Rockefeller, senior, to his boy: Ambrose Bierce Compliance
- Said the boy as he read, “I too will be bold, George MacDonald Said and Did
- Said the folded Leaves upon the Heath Ameen Rihani The Fruits of Death
- Saint Brandan sails the northern main; Matthew Arnold Saint Brandan
- Saint Peter at the gate of Heaven displayed Ambrose Bierce The Saint and the Monk
- Saint Peter sat at the jasper gate, Ambrose Bierce Unarmed
- Saint Peter, sitting at the Gate of Gold, Ambrose Bierce A Playwright
- Saint Peter, standing at the Gate, beheld Ambrose Bierce One of the Redeemed
- Saints are God’s flowers, fragrant souls Henry van Dyke Jr. Santa Christina
- Salute the last and everlasting day, John Donne Ascension
- Salvation to all that will is nigh; John Donne Annunciation
- Salvation! what a glorious plan! John Newton Salvation
- Samuel is forever talking of his elm— Edgar Lee Masters Dow Kritt
- San Quentin was brilliant. Within the halls Ambrose Bierce The Convicts’ Ball
- Sang Solomon to Sheba, W. B. Yeats Solomon to Sheba
- Santa Agueda, thou that wast accursed Voltairine de Cleyre Santa Agueda
- Saponacea, wert thou not so fair Ambrose Bierce To My Laundress
- Sauntering the pavement or riding the country by-road, lo, such faces! Walt Whitman Faces
- Saved by blood, I live to tell John Newton Hear What He Has Done for My Soul!
- Saviour, shine, and cheer my soul; John Newton The Change.
- Saviour, visit thy plantation, John Newton Prayer for a Revival
- Say not of me that weakly I declined Robert Louis Stevenson Say Not of Me That Weakly I Declined
Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.