Poems begining by E
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Eudoxia. First Picture
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O SWEETEST my sister, my sister that sits in the sun,
Her lap full of jewels, and roses in showers on her hair;
Soft smiling and counting her riches up slow, one by one,
Cool-browed, shaking dew from her garlands--those garlands so fair,
Early Spring
© John Clare
The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too,
The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;
Ella Mason And Her Eleven Cats
© Sylvia Plath
Old Ella Mason keeps cats, eleven at last count,
In her ramshackle house off Somerset Terrace;
People make queries
On seeing our neighbor's cat-haunt,
Saying: Something's addled in a woman who accommodates
That many cats.
Eclogue:--Father Come Hwome
© William Barnes
The teäties must be ready pretty nigh;
Do teäke woone up upon the fork' an' try.
The ceäke upon the vier, too, 's a-burnèn,
I be afeärd: do run an' zee, an' turn en.
Epitaph On A Child
© Henry James Pye
Cruel the pang to hear the struggling sigh,
Watch o'er the faded cheek and closing eye;
Exile
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I chose the place where I would rest
When death should come to claim me,
With the red-rose roots to wrap my breast
And a quiet stone to name me.
Epigrams
© William Watson
'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be
A spirit melodious, lucid, poised, and whole;
Second in order of felicity
I hold it, to have walk'd with such a soul.
Epitaph
© John Kenyon
Riches I had! they faded from my view
And troops of friends! but they deceived me too
And fame! it came and wenta very breath;
While faith stood firm, and soothed the hour of death.
E Tu Ne Carmi A Vrai Perenne Vita
© Ugo Foscolo
E tu ne' carmi avrai perenne vita
Sponda che Arno saluta in suo cammino
Partendo la città che dal latino
Nome accogliea finor l'ombra fuggita.
Epigram - Frank Carves Very Ill
© Matthew Prior
Frank carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats;
He eats more than six, and drinks more than he eats.
Elegy IV. Ophilia's Urn. To Mr. Graves
© William Shenstone
Through the dim veil of evening's dusky shade,
Near some lone fane, or yew's funereal green,
What dreary forms has magic Fear survey'd!
What shrouded spectres Superstition seen!
Every Day
© Ingeborg Bachmann
The medal is awarded
when nothing more happens,
when the artillery falls silent,
when the enemy has grown invisible
and the shadow of eternal armament
covers the sky.
English Flowers
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
YE have been bought
With an immortal price,
O, windflowers quick as thought
Of love in solitude,
And daffodils, the year's young sacrifice
When summer's on the wood.
Elegy For Poe With The Music Of A Carnival Inside It
© Larry Levis
There is this sunny place where I imagine him.
A park on a hill whose grass wants to turn
Into dust, & would do so if it weren't
For the rain, & the fact that it is only grass
Egypt
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Fantastic sleep is busy with my eyes;
I seem in some waste solitude to stand
Edwin Booth
© Vachel Lindsay
An old actor at the Players Club told me that Edwin Booth
first impersonated Hamlet when a barnstormer in California.
There were few theatres, but the hotels were provided
with crude assembly rooms for strolling players.
England! The Time Is Come When Thou Shouldst Wean
© William Wordsworth
ENGLAND! the time is come when thou should'st wean
Thy heart from its emasculating food;
The truth should now be better understood;
Old things have been unsettled; we have seen
Early One Morning
© Edward Thomas
Early one morning in May I set out,
And nobody I knew was about.
I'm bound away for ever,
Away somewhere, away for ever.
