Poems begining by E
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Enoch
© Jones Very
I looked to find a man who walked with God,
Like the translated patriarch of old;-
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
© Emily Dickinson
The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
Evangeline: Part The Second. I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,
When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,
Earlier Poems : Sunrise On The Hills
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
Eight Balloons
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Eight balloons no one was buyin'
All broke loose one afternoon.
Eight balloons with strings a-flyin',
Free to do what they wanted to.
Epitaph
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
These are two friends whose lives were undivided;
So let their memory be, now they have glided
Under the grave; let not their bones be parted,
For their two hearts in life were single-hearted.
Experience
© Hugo von Hofmannsthal
The valley of dusk was filled
With a silver-grey fragrance, like the moon
Epigram, On The Braziers' Company Having Resolved To Present An Address To Queen Caroline
© George Gordon Byron
The braziers, it seems, are preparing to pass
An address, and present it themselves all in brass,--
A superfluous pageant-for, by the Lord Harry!
They'll find where they're going much more than they carry.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
You know the story of my birth, the name
Which I inherited for good and ill,
The secret of my father's fame and shame,
His tragedy and death on that dark hill.
Empire Building
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"I'll teach them how to work, and how to pray."
Oh, John, you never think before your day
Rome was, Greece wascan one believe it true?
Great Egypt died, and never heard of you!
Ego
© John Greenleaf Whittier
On page of thine I cannot trace
The cold and heartless commonplace,
A statue's fixed and marble grace.
Eloped
© Hristo Botev
In the glade a pipe is played,
By the forest green and still,
Where Stoyana, fair, sweet maid,
Runs for water to the rill.
Elegy
© Charlotte Turner Smith
"DARK gathering clouds involve the threatening skies,
The sea heaves conscious of the impending gloom,
Deep, hollow murmurs from the cliffs arise;
They come--the Spirits of the Tempest come!
Eliza Crossing The River
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
From her resting-place by the trader chased,
Through the winter evening cold,
Eliza came with her boy at last,
Where a broad deep river rolled.
Escopolamine
© Catherine Pozzi
Le vin qui coule dans ma veine
A noyé mon cur et l'entraîne
Et je naviguerai le ciel
À bord d'un cur sans capitaine
Où l'oubli fond comme du miel.
Eulogy for a veteran
© Anonymous
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Empty
© Ada Cambridge
Can this be my poem?-this poor fragment
Of bald thought in meanest language dressed!
Can this string of rhymes be my sweep poem?
All its poetry wholly unexpressed!
ElegyXI: The Bracelet
© John Donne
NOT that in colour it was like thy hair,
For armlets of that thou mayst let me wear ;
Estrangement
© James Russell Lowell
The path from me to you that led,
Untrodden long, with grass is grown,
Mute carpet that his lieges spread
Before the Prince Oblivion
When he goes visiting the dead.
Elegy In April And September (Jabbered Among The Trees)
© Wilfred Owen
Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen…
I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,
And a low whistle by the water's brim.
