Poems begining by E
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Epitaph: Being Part Of An Inscription For A Monument
© James Beattie
Farewell, my best-beloved; whose heavenly mind
Genius with virtue, strength with softness join'd;
Devotion, undebased by pride or art,
With meek simplicity, and joy of heart.
Epistle To J. Lapraik (excerpt)
© Robert Burns
I am nae poet, in a sense,
But just a rhymer like by chance,
An' hae to learning nae pretence;
Yet what the matter?
Whene'er my Muse does on me glance,
I jingle at her.
En Tout Cas
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN I am glad I need your eyes
To be the stars of Paradise;
Your lips to be the seal of all
The joy life grants, and dreams recall;
Your hand, to lie my hands between
What time we walk the garden green.
Evening On The Farm
© Madison Julius Cawein
From out the hills where twilight stands,
Above the shadowy pasture lands,
With strained and strident cry,
Beneath pale skies that sunset bands,
The bull-bats fly.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
We stayed at Lyons three days, only three,
In Esther's world of wonder and renown,
She, glorious star, each night immortally
Playing her Manons to the listening town.
Elegy I. To Charles Deodati (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
At length, my friend, the far-sent letters come,
Charged with thy kindness, to their destin'd home,
Ein Weib
© Heinrich Heine
They loved each other with love so deep,
She was a tramp and he was a thief.
When he was plying his naughty craft,
She lay on the bed and laughed.
Earth
© William Cullen Bryant
A midnight black with clouds is in the sky;
I seem to feel, upon my limbs, the weight
En marchant la nuit dans un bois
© Victor Marie Hugo
Il grêle, il pleut. Neige et brume ;
Fondrière à chaque pas.
Le torrent veut, crie, écume,
Et le rocher ne veut pas.
Early in the Morning by Li-Young Lee: American Life in Poetry #77 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 200
© Ted Kooser
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Beyond her sat a second monster. She
In shape and sense was undisguisedly real,
An ox--eyed queen of full--fed majesty
And giant height and comeliness ideal.
Eclogue the Second Hassan
© William Taylor Collins
SCENE, the Desert TIME, Mid-day
10 In silent horror o'er the desert-waste
Epilogue
© William Ernest Henley
These, to you now, O, more than ever now -
Now that the Ancient Enemy
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: VII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I had made my round, as yet with little gain
Of undiscovered good in that gay place.
I had sought my share of pleasure, but in vain.
Laughter was not for me, and hid her face.
Elegy V. He Compares the Turbulence of Love With the Tranquillity of Friendship
© William Shenstone
From Love, from angry Love's inclement reign
I pass awhile to Friendship's equal skies;
Thou, generous Maid! reliev'st my partial pain,
And cheer'st the victim of another's eyes.
Exchanges
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
All that I had I brought,
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
Elegy VI. To Charles Diodati, When He Was Visiting In The Country (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
With no rich viands overcharg'd, I send
Health, which perchance you want, my pamper'd friend;
Extracts From Leon. An Unfinished Poem
© Joseph Rodman Drake
It is an eve that drops a heavenly balm,
To lull the feelings to a sober calm,
To bid wild passion's fiery flush depart;
And smooth the troubled waters of the heart;
To give a tranquil fixedness to grief,
A cherished gloom, that wishes not relief.
