Poems begining by E
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Effusion By A Cigar Smoker
© Horace Smith
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire,
Your fame to raise,
Envy And Avarice
© Victor Marie Hugo
The only words that Avarice could utter,
Her constant doom, in a low, frightened mutter,
"There's not enough, enough, yet in my store!"
While Envy, as she scanned the glittering sight,
Groaned as she gnashed her yellow teeth with spite,
"She's more than me, more, still forever more!"
Epitaph On Johnson
© William Cowper
Here Johnson lies, a sage by all allowed,
Whom to have bred, may well make England proud;
Whose prose was eloquence, by wisdom taught,
The graceful vehicle of virtuous thought;
Evangeline: Part The Second. V.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,
All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom,
Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!"
El Capitan-General
© Charles Godfrey Leland
THERE was a captain-general who ruled in Vera Cruz,
And what we used to hear of him was always evil news:
He was a pirate on the seaa robber on the shore,
The Señor Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.
Elegy Of Fortinbras
© Zbigniew Herbert
Anyhow you had to perish Hamlet you were not for life
you believed in crystal notions not in human clay
always twitching as if asleep you hunted chimeras
wolfishly you crunched the air only to vomit
you knew no human thing you did not know even how to breathe
Eastern Song
© Louisa Stuart Costello
By the brightness of the morning ray,
By the deepest shades of night
Thy beauty has not pass'd away;
'Tis ever in my sight.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
When I hear laughter from a tavern door,
When I see crowds agape and in the rain
Watching on tiptoe and with stifled roar
To see a rocket fired or a bull slain,
Elegy for an Old Boxer by James McKean: American Life in Poetry #80 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2
© Ted Kooser
One of poetry's traditional public services is the presentation of elegies in honor of the dead. Here James McKean remembers a colorful friend and neighbor.
Earth
© John Hall Wheelock
Yea, and this, my poem, too,
Is part of her as dust and dew,
Wherein herself she doth declare
Through my lips, and say her prayer.
England
© John Henry Newman
Type of the West, and glorying in the name
More than in Faith's pure fame!
Oh. trust not crafty fort nor rock renowned
Earned upon hostile ground;
Wielding Trade's master-keys, at thy proud will
To lock or loose its waters, England! trust not still.
Esse Quam Videri
© Charles Mackay
The knightly legend on thy shield betrays
The moral of thy life; a forecast wise,
Entranced.
© Robert Crawford
A trance upon my spirit fell;
It seemed as I were hurled
Through aeons like an atom dark
Beyond the flaming world:
ER GIORNO DER GIUDIZZIO ( On Judgement Day)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Quattro angioloni co le tromme in bocca
Se metteranno uno pe cantone
A ssonà: poi co ttanto de vocione
Cominceranno a dì: "Fora a chi ttocca".
Elegy XII. His Recantation
© William Shenstone
No more the Muse obtrudes her thin disguise,
No more with awkward fallacy complains
How every fervour from my bosom flies,
And Reason in her lonesome palace reigns.
Envoys
© Edith Nesbit
BROWN leaves forget the green of May,
The earth forgets the kiss of Spring;
And down our happy woodland way
Gray mists go wandering.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I linger on the threshold of my youth.
If you could see me now as then I was,
A fair--faced frightened boy with eyes of truth
Scared at the world yet angry at its laws,
Es ist alles eitel
© Andreas Gryphius
Du siehst, wohin du siehst, nur Eitelkeit auf Erden.
Was dieser heute baut, reißt jener morgen ein;
Wo jetzund Städte stehn, wird eine Wiese sein,
Auf der ein Schäferskind wird spielen mit den Herden;
