Poems begining by E
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Epitah on the Politician Himself
© Hilaire Belloc
Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The Politician's corpse was laid away.
While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged
I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
Elogio al Aprendizaje
© Bertolt Brecht
¡Aprende las cosas elementarias!
¡Para aquellos a quienes les ha llegado la hora nunca es demasadio tarde!
Aprende el abecedario. No bastará,
¡pero apréndolo! ¡No dejes que te desanimen!
Epitaph On The Countess Of Pembroke
© Benjamin Jonson
Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother:
Death! ere thou hast slain another,
Learned, and fair, and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Elegiac I.
© Arthur Hugh Clough
From thy far sources, 'mid mountains airily climbing,
Pass to the rich lowland, thou busy sunny river;
Murmuring once, dimpling, pellucid, limpid, abundant,
Deepening now, widening, swelling, a lordly river.
Epilogue to the 'Good Natur'd Man'
© Oliver Goldsmith
As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procure
To swear the pill, or drop, has wrought a cure;
Epigram III: Spirit of Plato
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
From the Greek.
Eagle! why soarest thou above that tomb?
To what sublime and star-ypaven home
Floatest thou?--
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Alas, poor Queen of Beauty! In my heart
I could weep for you and your sad graceless doom.
You stand at my life's threshold in the part
Of king's chief jester in the ante--room,
Et Dona Ferentes
© Rudyard Kipling
In extended observation of the ways and works of man,
From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the Plains of Hindustan:
I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction rise,
And the men of half Creation damning half Creation's eyes.
Elegy on a Lady, whom Grief for the Death of her Betrothed Killed
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Cloak her in ermine, for the night is cold,
And wrap her warmly, for the night is long;
In pious hands the flaming torches hold,
While her attendants, chosen from among
Elegy Written in a Country Coal-Bin
© Christopher Morley
THE furnace tolls the knell of falling steam,
The coal supply is virtually done,
And at this price, indeed it does not seem
As though we could afford another ton.
England's Fields
© Lloyd Roberts
England's cliffs are white like milk,
But England's fields are green;
The grey fogs creep across the moors,
But warm suns stand between.
And not so far from London town, beyond the brimming street,
A thousand little summer winds are singing in the wheat.
Elegy V. Anno Aet. 20. On The Approach Of Spring (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Time, never wand'ring from his annual round,
Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring, and thaw the ground;
Echte Liebe
© Joseph Freiherr Von Eichendorff
Lau in der Nacht mag ich nimmer sein, -
Kalt oder brennend wie ein lohes Feuer!
O, Lust und Leiden sind nur farblos, klein,
Wo Liebe nicht ergriffen hat das Steuer!
Envy
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's a bigger thing you're doing than the most of us have done;
We have lived the days of pleasure; now the gray days have begun,
And upon your manly shoulders fall the burdens of the strife;
Yours must be the sacrifices of the trial time of life.
Oh, I don't know how to say it, but I'll never think of you
Without wishing I were sharing in the work you have to do.
Even that old horse
© Matsuo Basho
Even that old horse
is something to see this
snow-covered morning
Epitaph On Henry Martyn
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Here Martyn lies. In Manhood's early bloom
The Christian Hero finds a Pagan tomb.
Eve
© Francis Ernley Walrond
The gray of the morning
Creeps in the room like fear.
It is growing lighter,
But I sit crouched and shivering.
