Poems begining by E
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Evangeline: Part The First. V.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth day
Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-house.
Epitaph On H. Walmsley, Esq.,
© William Lisle Bowles
IN ALVERSTOKE CHURCH, HANTS.
Oh! they shall ne'er forget thee, they who knew
Experience
© Edith Wharton
But otherwise Fate wills it, for, behold,
Our gathered strength of individual pain,
When Time’s long alchemy hath made it gold,
Dies with us—hoarded all these years in vain,
Since those that might be heir to it the mould
Renew, and coin themselves new griefs again.
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV
© Alexander Pope
Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul,
Parts answ'ring parts shall slide into a whole,
Spontaneous beauties all around advance,
Start ev'n from difficulty, strike from chance;
Nature shall join you; time shall make it grow
A work to wonder at—perhaps a Stowe.
Epitaph on the Tombstone of a Child, the Last of Seven that Died Before
© Aphra Behn
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
Easter Night
© Alice Meynell
All night had shout of men
And cry of woeful women filled his way;
Until that noon of sombre sky
On Friday, clamour and display smote him;
No solitude had He,
No silence, since Gethsemane.
Emily Brontë
© Louise Imogen Guiney
What sacramental hurt that brings
The terror of the truth of things
Elspeth's Ballad
© Sir Walter Scott
The herring loves the merry moon-light,
The mackerel loves the wind,
But the oyster loves the dredging sang,
For they come of a gentle kind.
Electrocuting an Elephant
© Sonia Sanchez
Her handlers, dressed in vests and flannel pants,
Step forward in the weak winter light
Easter Day
© John Keble
Oh! day of days! shall hearts set free
No "minstrel rapture" find for thee?
Thou art this Sun of other days,
They shine by giving back thy rays:
Epigram - Thy Nags, The Leanest Things Alive
© Matthew Prior
Thy nags, the leanest things alive,
So very hard thou lovest to drive,
I heard thy anxious coachman say
It costs thee more in whips than hay.
El Instante
© Jorge Luis Borges
Dónde estarán los siglos, dónde el sueño
de espadas que los tártaros soñaron,
Elegy for a Soldier
© Marilyn Hacker
You, who stood alone in the tall bay window
of a Brooklyn brownstone, conjuring morning
with free-flying words, knew the power, terror
in words, in flying;
Epiphany
© Madison Julius Cawein
There is nothing that eases my heart so much
As the wind that blows from the purple hills;
'Tis a hand of balsam whose healing touch
Unburdens my bosom of ills.
Education
© John Howard Payne
After telling that story
you burnt your hand on the iron,
burnt it yourself,
your punishment for breaking silence.
Encounter
© Czeslaw Milosz
O my love, where are they, where are they going
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.
En Un Jardin
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Al decir que las penas son fugaces
En tanto que la dicha persevera,
Tu cara es sugestiva y hechicera
Y juegan a los novios los rapaces.
Epitaph
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Stop, Christian passer-by!Stop, child of God,
And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
Eagle Affirmation
© John Kinsella
You’ve got to understand that sighting the pair
of eagles over the block, right over our house,
