Poems begining by E
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Elegy (“Who keeps the owl’s breath?”)
© David St. John
—Tacitus
Who keeps the owl’s breath? Whose eyes desire?
Why do the stars rhyme? Where does
The flush cargo sail? Why does the daybook close?
Ehue! Fugaces, Posthume, Labuntur Anni
© Jones Very
Fleeting years are ever bearing
In their silent course away
All that in our pleasures sharing
Lent to life a cheering ray.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
She seemed to change as if with a change of the wind,
And growing serious sighed, ``Now look,'' she said,
``You think me a mad woman and unkind,
But that is nonsense. I am sound of head
Earth And Moon
© Madison Julius Cawein
I saw the day like some great monarch die,
Gold-couched, behind the clouds' rich tapestries.
Evening. To Harriet
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line
Of western distance that sublime descendest,
And, gleaming lovelier as thy beams decline,
Thy million hues to every vapour lendest,
Earth Odours--After Rain
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Life-yielding fragrance of our Mother Earth!
Benignant breath exhaled from summer showers!-
Elegy II
© Henry James Pye
Now the brown woods their leafy load resign
And rage the tempests with resistless force?
Elegy On A Young Thrush,
© Helen Maria Williams
Is there no foresight in a Thrush's breast,
That thou down yonder gulph from me wouldst go?
That gloomy area lurking cats infest,
And there the dog may rove, alike thy foe.
Effort
© Edgar Albert Guest
He brought me his report card from the teacher and he said
He wasn't very proud of it and sadly bowed his head.
Elegy XXI. Taking a View of the Country From His Retirement
© William Shenstone
Thus Damon sung-What though unknown to praise,
Umbrageous coverts hide my Muse and me,
Or mid the rural shepherds flow my days?
Amid the rural shepherds, I am free.
Elvir-Shades
© George Borrow
A sultry eve pursu'd a sultry day;
Dark streaks of purple in the sky were seen,
And shadows half conceal'd the lonely way;
Epitaphe
© François Coppée
Dans le faubourg qui monte au cimetière,
Passant rêveur, j'ai souvent observé
Les croix de bois et les tombeaux de pierre
Attendant là qu'un nom y fût gravé.
Epilogue To 'She Stoops To Conquer'
© Oliver Goldsmith
WELL, having stoop'd to conquer with success,
And gain'd a husband without aid from dress,
Employment
© George Herbert
If as a flowre doth spread and die,
Thou wouldst extend me to some good,
Before I were frost's extremitie
Nipt in the bud;
Epilogue
© Paul Verlaine
I
The sun, less hot, looks from a sky more clear;
The roses in their sleepy loveliness
Nod to the cradling wind. The atmosphere
Enfolds us with a sister's tenderness.
E.G. De R.
© James Russell Lowell
Why should I seek her spell to decompose
Or to its source each rill of influence trace
Eight Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Prophet of God, arise and take
With thee the words of wrath divine,
The scourge of Heaven, to shake
O'er yon apostate shrine.
El Viejo Pozo
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
El viejo pozo de mi vieja casa
Sobre cuyo brocal mi infancia tantas veces
Se clavaba de codos, buscando el vaticinio
De la tortuga, o bien el iris de los peces,
Es un compendio de ilusión
Y de históricas pequeñeces.
