Poems begining by E
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Epitaphs Translated From Chiabrera
© William Wordsworth
I
WEEP not, beloved Friends! nor let the air
For me with sighs be troubled. Not from life
Have I been taken; this is genuine life
Eidolons
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Those forms we fancy shadows, those strange lights
That flash on lone morasses, the quick wind
Evening By The Seaside
© Frances Anne Kemble
The monsters of the deep do roar,
And their huge manes upon the shore
Elmwood
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The after-glow has faded from the elms,
And in the denser darkness of the boughs
From time to time the firefly's tiny lamp
Sparkles. How often in still summer dusks
He paused to note that transient phantom spark
Flash on the air--a light that outlasts him!
Easter-Day
© Robert Browning
XXXII.
Then did the Form expand, expand
I knew Him through the dread disguise,
As the whole God within his eyes
Embraced me.
Everywhere In America
© Edgar Albert Guest
Not somewhere in America, but everywhere to-day,
Where snow-crowned mountains hold their heads,
Edwin and Angela, A Ballad
© Oliver Goldsmith
'Turn, gentle hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way,
To where yon taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.
Elegy (Tir'd With The Busy Crouds)
© James Beattie
Tir'd with the busy crouds, that all the day
Impatient throng where Folly's altars flame,
My languid powers dissolve with quick decay,
Till genial Sleep repair the sinking frame.
Epigram I
© John Byrom
Nor Steel, nor Flint alone produces fire;
No spark arises till they both conspire:
Nor Faith alone, nor work without is right;
Salvation rises, when they both unite.
English Earth
© Robert Laurence Binyon
As over English earth I gaze,
Bare down, deep lane, and coppice--crowned
Green hill, and distance lost in blue
Horizon of this homely ground,
Elegy XVI. He Suggests the Advantage of Birth To a Person of Merit
© William Shenstone
When genius, graced with lineal splendour, glows,
When title shines, with ambient virtues crown'd,
Like some fair almond's flowery pomp it shows,
The pride, the perfume, of the regions round.
Evil
© Marie E J Pitt
NOT Beelzebub, but white archangel, I
Turn the dim glass and shift the sands again,
Evening Rain
© Robert Laurence Binyon
What is lovelier than rain that lingers
Falling through the western light?
The light that's red between my fingers
Bathes infinite heaven's remotest height.
Elegy In A Botanic Gardens
© Kenneth Slessor
THE smell of birds' nests faintly burning
Is autumn. In the autumn I came
Where spring had used me better,
To the clear red pebbles and the men of stone
Eclogue 1: Meliboeus Tityrus
© Publius Vergilius Maro
TITYRUS
Sooner shall light stags, therefore, feed in air,
The seas their fish leave naked on the strand,
Germans and Parthians shift their natural bounds,
And these the Arar, those the Tigris drink,
Than from my heart his face and memory fade.
Errantry
© John Galsworthy
"Come! Let us lay a lance in rest,
And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
Enquiry After Peace
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
PEACE! where art thou to be found?
Where, in all the spacious Round,
'Ein' Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott' - Luther's Hymn
© John Greenleaf Whittier
We wait beneath the furnace-blast
The pangs of transformation;
