Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TOOTHACHE, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: Last night, though I had fifty souls Last Line: I could not help cry out -- 'the devil!' Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Teeth; Toothaches | ||||||||
Last night, though I had fifty souls, I had been bankrupt ere the day; And all because this body slight That ill maintained its spirit's light Had made me swear my souls away; Had sent them humming into hell: And all because an ivory mite Was by a nerve-surge pounded, bent, And by fierce lightnings blasted, rent, That made the force of Nature slight. I never heard Love's voice sound harsh, Until it sought to soothe this evil; And when it said -- 'Pray, do not fret: Be patient and -- sure cure -- forget,' I could not help cry out -- 'The Devil!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEAR TEETH by JAMES MCMICHAEL ABOUT THE TEETH OF SHARKS by JOHN CIARDI GEORGE WASHINGTON AND THE LOSS OF HIS TEETH by DIANE WAKOSKI ALL THE WIDE GRIN OF HIM by ELEANOR WILNER DREAM, VAGINA DENTATA by DENISE DUHAMEL RIDDLE: TEETH AND GUMS by MOTHER GOOSE JENNY WI' THE AIRN TEETH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON ADDRESS TO THE TOOTHACHE by ROBERT BURNS A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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