Poems begining by E
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Eine Gesundheit
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Trinket Brueder, lasst uns trinken
Bis wir berauscht zu Boden sinken;
Doch bittet Gott den Herren,
Dass Koenige nicht trinken.
Epitaph On Edward Purdon
© Oliver Goldsmith
HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
Who long was a bookseller's hack;
He led such a damnable life in this world, --
I don't think he'll wish to come back.
Epilogue--To The Poet's Sitter
© Francis Thompson
Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.
Epitaph On Rabelais
© Jean Antoine de Baif
Pluto, bid Rabelais welcome to thy shore,
That thou, who art the king of woe and pain,
Whose subjects never learned to laugh before,
May boast a laugher in thy grim domain.
Ecrit sur le tombeau
© Victor Marie Hugo
Vieux lierre, frais gazon, herbe, roseaux, corolles ;
Eglise où l'esprit voit le Dieu qu'il rêve ailleurs ;
Mouches qui murmurez d'ineffables paroles
À l'oreille du pâtre assoupi dans les fleurs ;
Epitaph In Three Parts
© Sylvia Plath
Rocking across the lapis lazuli sea
comes a flock of bottle battleships
each with a telegram addressed to me.
Excelsior
© Francis William Bourdillon
If one should strive to reach a star,
He would not build a ladder high,
Seek foot by foot to climb so far,
And step by step ascend the sky;
Epilogue
© Edgar Lee Masters
You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.
Es sang vor langen Jahren
© Clemens Maria Brentano
Es sang vor langen Jahren
Wohl auch die Nachtigall;
Das war wohl süßer Schall,
Da wir zusammen waren.
Evening Hymn
© George MacDonald
O God, whose daylight leadeth down
Into the sunless way,
Who with restoring sleep dost crown
The labour of the day!
Emile Bronte
© Arthur Symons
This was a woman young and passionate,
Loving the Earth, and loving mot to be
Elegy XX: To His Mistress Going to Bed
© John Donne
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labor, I in labor lie.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A second warning, nor unheeded. Yet
The thought appealed to me as no strange thing,
Pure though I was, that love impure had set
Its seal on that fair woman in her Spring.
Emily, John, James, and I
© William Schwenck Gilbert
EMILY JANE was a nursery maid,
JAMES was a bold Life Guard,
JOHN was a constable, poorly paid
(And I am a doggerel bard).
Epigram - Yes, Every Poet Is A Fool
© Matthew Prior
Yes, every poet is a fool;
By demonstration, Ned can show it:
Happy could Ned's inverted rule
Prove every fool to be a poet.
Epitaph on the Tombstone of a Child
© Aphra Behn
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
Contains all that was sweet and innocent ;
Eyes : A Fragment
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love, look thus again,--
That your look may light a waste of years,
Darting the beam that conquers cares
Through the cold shower of tears.
Love, look thus again!
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
``Silence. I will not listen!'' ``And for what?''
She added strangely, in a softer mood.
``You see I am not angry. Do you not?
Only soft--hearted, and alas! too good.
Evening
© Jeppe Aakjaer
Still, my heart, now sets the sun,
While the moor is resting,
Herds now homeward are begun,
And the stork is nesting.
Still, my heart, now sets the sun.
