Poems begining by E
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Edom o' Gordon
© Anonymous
It fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and cauld,Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, 'We maun draw to a hauld.
Evening Harmony
© Aggeler William F.
The season is at hand when swaying on its stemEvery flower exhales perfume like a censer;Sounds and perfumes turn in the evening air;Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!
Ease. 1914
© Leon Gellert
The iron is hidden in forgetfulness.
A smoothness comes to men and lies on lands.
Epipsychidion
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one,
Whose empire is the name thou weepest on,
In my heart's temple I suspend to thee
These votive wreaths of withered memory.
Eighteen Hundred and Sixty-Four
© Henry Kendall
I HEAR no footfall beating through the dark,
A lonely gust is loitering at the pane;
There is no sound within these forests stark
Beyond a splash or two of sullen rain;
Epitaph On Robert Canynge
© Thomas Chatterton
THYS mornynge starre of Radcleves rysynge raie,
A true manne good of mynde and Canynge hyghte,
Enough
© Muriel Stuart
Did he forget? . . . I do not remember,
All I had of him once I still have to-day;
He was lovely to me as the word, "amber,"
As the taste of honey and the smell of hay.
Emblems
© Allen Tate
I
Maryland, Virginia, Caroline
Pent images in sleep
Clay valleys rocky hills old fields of pine
Unspeakable and deep
El Poeta Leva El Ancla (Weighing The Anchor)
© Delmira Agustini
El ancla de oro canta…la vela azul asciende
Como el ala de un sueño abierta al nuevo día.
Partamos, musa mía!
Ante lo prora alegre un bello mar se extiende.
Epitaph On John Adams, Of Southwell - A Carrier, Who Died Of Drunkenness
© George Gordon Byron
JOHN ADAMS lies here, of the parish of Southwell,
A Carrier who carried his can to his mouth well:
He carried so much, and he carried so fast,
He could carry no more‑so was carried at last;
For, the liquor he drank, being too much for one,
He could not carry off,--so he's now carri-on.
"Every planet above, and every star"
© Gaspara Stampa
Venus beauty too, and gentleness,
Mercury eloquence, but then the moon
Made him too cold for me, in iciness.
Each of these graces, each rare boon,
Make me burn for his fierce brightness,
And yet he freezes, through that one alone.
Ebb and Flow
© Edward Taylor
When first Thou on me, Lord, wroughtest Thy sweet print,
My heart was made Thy tinder-box,
My 'ffections were Thy tinder in't,
Where fell Thy sparks by drops.
Those holy sparks of heavenly fire that came
Did ever catch and often out would flame.
Ecrit au bas d'un crucifix
© Victor Marie Hugo
Vous qui pleurez, venez à ce Dieu, car il pleure.
Vous qui souffrez, venez à lui, car il guérit.
Vous qui tremblez, venez à lui, car il sourit.
Vous qui passez, venez à lui, car il demeure.
Evil Land
© Rudyard Kipling
We meet in an evil land
That is near to the gates of hell.
I wait for thy command
To serve, to speed or withstand.
And thou sayest, I do not well?
Epigrams
© George Gordon Byron
Oh, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now;
Cato died for his country, so didst thou:
He perish'd rather than see Rome enslaved,
Thou cutt' st thy throat that Britain may be saved!
Earth Voices
© Bliss William Carman
"Across the sleeping furrows
I call the buried seed,
And blade and bud and blossom
Awaken at my need.
