Poems begining by E

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Est-ce que les oiseaux se cachent pour mourir?

© François Coppée

Est-ce que les oiseaux se cachent pour mourir?
Le soir, au coin du feu, j'ai pensé bien des fois
À la mort d'un oiseau, quelque part, dans les bois.
Pendant les tristes jours de l'hiver monotone,

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: I

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

When is life other than a tragedy,
Whether it is played in tears from the first scene,
In sable robes and grief's mute pageantry,
For loves that died ere they had ever been,

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Epilogue to Agamemnon

© James Thomson

Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe,
Thinks such mean mirth but deadens generous woe;
Dispels in idle air the moral sigh,
And wipes the tender tear from Pity's eye:

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Eclogue 9: Lycidas Moeris

© Publius Vergilius Maro

LYCIDAS
Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town,
Or on what errand bent?

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXVIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

``I do not doubt it. You have a look of truth
Which is beyond suspicion. But the world
Is as full of knaves as fools. You have your youth
And I my wisdom. Then your head is curled

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: V

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I had been an hour at Lyons. My breath comes
Fast when I think of it. An hour, no more,
I trod those streets and listened to the drums,
The mirth, the music, and the city's roar,

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El Torbellino

© Amado Ruiz de Nervo

Espíritu que naufraga
en medio de un torbellino,
porque manda mi destino
que lo que no quiero haga;

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Epimetheus, or the Poet's Afterthought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Have I dreamed? or was it real,
  What I saw as in a vision,
When to marches hymeneal
In the land of the Ideal
  Moved my thought o'er Fields Elysian?

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Evening Ode

© Samuel Johnson

To Stella:

Evening now from purple wings

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"Earth's children cleave to Earth"

© William Cullen Bryant

Earth's children cleave to Earth--her frail

  Decaying children dread decay.

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Eclogue VIII

© Virgil

TO POLLIO, DAMON, ALPHESIBOEUS

Of Damon and Alphesiboeus now,

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Elysium Of Shades

© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Elysium of shades this soul of mine,
Shades silent, luminous, and wholly severed
From this tempestuous age, these restless times,
Their joys and griefs, their aims and their endeavours.

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Elegy XX (Alternate) Love's War

© John Donne

Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,

And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?

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Extempore Lines

© Henry Kendall

A MORNING crowns the Western hill,

  A day begins to reign,

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El Viajero

© Antonio Machado

Está en la sala familiar, sombría,
y entre nosotros, el querido hermano
que en el sueño infantil de un claro día
vimos partir hacia un país lejano.

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Excerpt from Heer Waris Shah

© Waris Shah

Ishq kita su jag da mool mian
Pehlan aap hi rabb ne ishq kita
Te mashooq he nabi rasool mian
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Thus was my soul enfranchised. But anon,
With courage fired to full--fledged enterprise,
And pushing still the vantage I had won,
I sought communion with a world less wise,

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Embers

© Sara Teasdale

I said, "My youth is gone
Like a fire beaten out by the rain,
That will never sway and sing
Or play with the wind again."

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Earthborn

© Peter McArthur

HURLED back, defeated, like a child I sought

The loving shelter of my native fields,

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Epitaph I

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

On A Portrait Presented To J. Y. Simpson, M.D. (Afterwards Sir James Simpson)