Man (Richard Brautigan Poem)
With his hat on he's about five inches taller than a taxicab. (Richard Brautigan)
Poems about five (51 Poems)
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Dream Song 73: Karensui, Ryoan-ji (John Berryman Poem)
The taxi makes the vegetables fly. 'Dozo kudasai,' I have him wait. Past the bright lake up into the temple, ...
Winter Landscape (John Berryman Poem)
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
Instans Tyrannus (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Holy-Cross Day (Robert Browning Poem)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Two In The Campagna (Robert Browning Poem)
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
369. Song-My Collier Laddie (Robert Burns Poem)
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, ...
10. The Ronalds of the Bennals (Robert Burns Poem)
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
370. Song-Sic a Wife as Willie had (Robert Burns Poem)
WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie; Willie was a wabster gude, Could stown a clue ...
Song For The Rainy Season (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
Florida (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
O Breath (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Questions of Travel (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
The Fish (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...