Reproach
we may the living, not the dead, II.
Robert Herrick
22.
Rapine has yet took nought from me, II. 219.
Rare are thy cheeks, Susanna, which do show, I. 243.
Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing, II. 161.
Rare temples thou hast seen, I know, I. 111.
Reach with your whiter hands, to me, I. 232.
Read thou my lines, my Swetnaham; if there be, II. 158.
Readers, we entreat ye pray, II. 85.
Reproach we may the living, not the dead, II. 19.
Rise, household gods, and let us go, I. 138.
Roaring is nothing but a weeping part, II. 226.
Roses at first were white, I. 130.
Roses, you can never die, II. 154.
Sabbaths are threefold, as St. Austine says, II. 233.
Sadly I walk'd within the field, I. 88.
Sappho, I will choose to go, II.
Rapine has yet took nought from me, II. 219.
Rare are thy cheeks, Susanna, which do show, I. 243.
Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing, II. 161.
Rare temples thou hast seen, I know, I. 111.
Reach with your whiter hands, to me, I. 232.
Read thou my lines, my Swetnaham; if there be, II. 158.
Readers, we entreat ye pray, II. 85.
Reproach we may the living, not the dead, II. 19.
Rise, household gods, and let us go, I. 138.
Roaring is nothing but a weeping part, II. 226.
Roses at first were white, I. 130.
Roses, you can never die, II. 154.
Sabbaths are threefold, as St. Austine says, II. 233.
Sadly I walk'd within the field, I. 88.
Sappho, I will choose to go, II.
