=Roman.=

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.

1527 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.

1528 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

=Romance.=

Romances paint at full length people's wooings, But only give a bust of marriages.

1529 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 8.

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

1530 WORDSWORTH: _A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags._

=Rome.=

To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.

1531 EDGAR A. POE: _To Helen._

=Rose.=

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows.

1532 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, For that sweet odor which doth in it live.

1533 SHAKS.: Sonnet liv.

You love the roses--so do I. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush.

1534 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii.

As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.

1535 KEATS: _Eve of St. Agnes,_ St. 27.

The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.

1536 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Consider the Lilies of the Field._

Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew!

In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too.

1537 MATTHEW ARNOLD: _Requiescat._

=Rousseau.=

The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction--he, who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence.

1538 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 77.

=Royalty.=

O wretched state of Kings! O doleful fate!

Greatness misnamed, in misery only great!

Could men but know the endless woe it brings, The wise would die before they would be Kings.

Think what a King must do!

1539 R.H. STODDARD: _The King's Bell._

=Ruin.=

Where my high steeples whilom used to stand, On which the lordly falcon wont to tower, There now is but an heap of lime and sand, For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower.

1540 SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ Line 127.

On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.

1541 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 385.

The day shall come, that great avenging day Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all.

1542 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. iv., Line 196.

=Ruling Passions.=

In men, we various Ruling Passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind; Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure and the love of sway.

1543 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 207.

=Rumor.=

Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

1544 SHAKS.: _Henry IV.,_ Pt. ii., Induction.

=Rural Life.=

Of men The happiest he, who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life.

1545 THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 1132.

==S.==

=Sabbath.=