RESIGNED............1
   A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast         Female Vagrant


RESORT..............1
   Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,             Female Vagrant


RESOUND.............1
   Resound; and the dungeons unfold:                        Convict


RESPONSE............1
   "Thy soft response renewing --                           Ancyent Marinere VI


REST................7
   Poor old Leoni! -- Angels rest his soul!                 Foster-Mother
   -- Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely yew-tree stands     Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   Come, we will rest on this old mossy Bridge!             Nightingale
   The very ocean has its hour of rest,                     Female Vagrant
   And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired.  Female Vagrant
   'Tis thine, sweet baby, there to rest:                   Mad Mother
   While the joy that precedes the calm season of rest      Convict


RESTED..............1
   Rested the broad bright Sun;                             Ancyent Marinere III


RESTING-PLACE.......1
   At last my feet a resting-place had found:               Female Vagrant


RESTLESS............1
   Like restless gossameres?                                Ancyent Marinere III


RESTORATION.........1
   With tranquil restoration: -- feelings too               Tintern Abbey


RESTORED............1
   A British ship I waked, as from a trance restored.       Female Vagrant


RETIRED.............1
   The lanes I sought, and as the sun retired,              Female Vagrant


RETURN'D............2
   The Marineres all return'd to work                       Ancyent Marinere V
   But ere my living life return'd,                         Ancyent Marinere V


RETURNED............2
   Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain,            Foster-Mother
   Memory, though slow, returned with strength; and thence  Female Vagrant


RETURNING...........1
   With coldness still returning.                           Simon Lee


REVELRY.............1
   Well met from far with revelry secure,                   Female Vagrant


REVERE..............1
   Can still suspect, and still revere himself,             Yew-Tree near Esthwaite


REVIVED.............1
   Like one revived, upon his neck I wept,                  Female Vagrant


REVIVES.............1
   The picture of the mind revives again:                   Tintern Abbey


RHYME...............2
   Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme                Nightingale
   Oh could I put it into rhyme,                            Idiot Boy


RIBB'D..............1
   "As is the ribb'd Sea-sand.                              Ancyent Marinere IV


RIBS................1
   Are th[e]se her naked ribs, which fleck'd                Ancyent Marinere III


RICH................5
   I watch'd their rich attire:                             Ancyent Marinere IV
   With a rich and amber light;                             Lewti
   My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;     Female Vagrant
   And then I married, and was rich                         Last of the Flock
   How rich the wave, in front, imprest                     Near Richmond


RICK................1
   And once, behind a rick of barley,                       Goody Blake


RIDE................1
   On which her idiot boy must ride,                        Idiot Boy


RIDGE...............1
   High on a mountain's highest ridge,                      The Thorn


RIDING-COAT.........1
   That day he wore a riding-coat,                          Goody Blake


RIGHT..............13
   And he shone bright, and on the right                    Ancyent Marinere I
   The Sun came up upon the right,                          Ancyent Marinere II
   T'was right, said they, such birds to slay               Ancyent Marinere II
   Right up above the mast did stand,                       Ancyent Marinere II
   The sun right up above the mast                          Ancyent Marinere V
   They lifted up their stiff right arms,                   Ancyent Marinere VI
   Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightened;     Foster-Mother
   Right glad was he when he beheld her:                    Goody Blake
   Of his right eye, as you may see:                        Simon Lee
   And at the word right gladly he                          Simon Lee
   How to turn left, and how to right.                      Idiot Boy
   He's at the guide-post -- he turns right,                Idiot Boy
   His steed and he right well agree,                       Idiot Boy


RIGHT-ARM...........1
   And each right-arm burnt like a torch,                   Ancyent Marinere VI


RIPPLE..............1
   In ripple or in shade.                                   Ancyent Marinere VI


RISE................3
   To have seen those dead men rise.                        Ancyent Marinere V
   Thou'lt rise to morrow morn.                             Ancyent Marinere V
   Did Susan rise up from her bed,                          Idiot Boy


RISING..............3
   Till rising from the same,                               Ancyent Marinere VI
   Till rising from the same                                Ancyent Marinere VI
   Cried Betty, rising from the bed,                        Idiot Boy


RIVER...............5
   A river steep and wide.                                  Ancyent Marinere V
   Up a great river, great as any sea,                      Foster-Mother
   They plunge into the gentle river:                       Lewti
   As now, fair river! come to me.                          Near Richmond
   Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,             Tintern Abbey


RIVER-SWANS.........1
   The river-swans have heard my tread,                     Lewti


RIVERS..............2
   Through hollow snows and rivers wide.                    Mad Mother
   Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,              Tintern Abbey


RIVULET.............1
   No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb;            Yew-Tree near Esthwaite


ROAD................8
   Like one, that on a lonely road                          Ancyent Marinere VI
   No plough their sinews strained; on grating road         Female Vagrant
   And to the fields his road would take,                   Goody Blake
   And to the road she turns her ears,                      Idiot Boy
   Appear along the moonlight road                          Idiot Boy
   And she can see a mile of road,                          Idiot Boy
   That hobbles up the steep rough road?                    Idiot Boy
   That peck along the road, regard him not.                Old Man Travelling