The Poet (Mark Akenside Poems)
-A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's ...
Poems about razors (14 Poems)
King Ryence’s Challenge (Thomas Percy Poems)
As it fell out on a Pentecost day,King Arthur at Camelot kept his court royall,With his faire queene dame Guenever ...
From ‘The Song of Tiadatha ‘ (Owen Rutter Poems)
In this war the Hun has brought us,Some have learnt to make returns out,Some have learnt to write out orders.Some ...
Untitled #1 (Kazys Binkis Poems)
Their heads together fused, professors scold at me:He's capable - in certain things - but not too serious.But I - ...
Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto XII (Edward Benlowes Poems)
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
Teapots and Quails (Edward Lear Poems)
"Teapots and Quails,Snuffers and Snails,Set him a sailingand see how he sails!..Mitres and Beams,Thimbles and Creams,Set him a screamingand hark! ...
King Ryence’s Challenge (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
As it fell out on a Pentecost day,King Arthur at Camelot kept his court royall,With his faire queen dame Guenever ...
Ode To Tobacco (Charles Stuart Calverley Poems)
Thou, who when fears attackBidst them avaunt, and BlackCare, at the horseman's backPerching, unseatest;Sweet when the morn is gray;Sweet when ...
Let’s Face It (A P Herbert Poems)
I see a day, before we win this war,When razors — and cosmetics — are no more;When whiskered bishops will ...
Résumé (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Razors pain you;Rivers are damp;Acids stain you;And drugs cause cramp.Guns aren't lawful;Nooses give;Gas smells awful;You might as well live.(Dorothy Parker)
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Colder (Erica Jong Poem)
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
An Edwardian Sunday, Broomhill, Sheffield (John Betjeman Poem)
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
My Last Will (Sir Walter Raleigh Poems)
When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the ...