Poems begining by E
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Er Commercio Libbero (The Free Trade)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Be'? So' pputtana, venno la mi' pelle:
Fo la miggnotta, si, sto ar cancelletto:
Lo pijo in quello largo e in quello stretto:
C'è gnent'antro da dì? Che cose belle!
Election Day, November 1884
© Walt Whitman
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
Twould not be you, Niagaranor you, ye limitless prairiesnor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
At such a time indeed of youth's first morn,
There is a heaving of the soul in pain,
A mighty labour as of joys unborn,
Which grieves it and disquiets it in vain.
Ezekiel
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Ezekiel in the Valley of Dry Bones
Heard the word of the Lord commanding him:
`Prophesy to these bones, that they may live.'
There was a noise and a shaking; and bone to bone
Clove together, and sinew and flesh came on them.
England and America
© James Kenneth Stephen
. ON A RHINE STEAMER.
Republic of the West,
Enlightened, free, sublime,
Unquestionably best
Epilogue: Songs Before Sunrise
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Between the wave-ridge and the strand
I let you forth in sight of land,
Easter
© Edgar Albert Guest
OUT of the darkness and shadow of death,
Out of the anguish that wells from the tomb,
Eclogue The Third
© Thomas Chatterton
Botte whether, fayre mayde do ye goe,
O where do ye bend yer waie?
I wile knowe whether you goe,
I wylle not be asseled naie.
Elijah's Mantle
© George Canning
A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HON. WILLIAM PITT.
When, by th' Almighty's dread command
English May
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
WOULD God your health were as this month of May
Should be, were this not England,and your face
Er Caffettiere Fisolofo (The Philosophizing Barman)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
L'ommini de sto monno sò l'istesso
Che vaghi de caffè ner macinino:
C'uno prima, uno doppo, e un'antro appresso,
Tutti quanti però vanno a un distino.
Elmer Brown
© James Whitcomb Riley
Awf'lest boy in this-here town
Er anywheres is Elmer Brown!
He'll mock you--yes, an' strangers, too,
An' make a face an' yell at you,--
"_Here's_ the way _you_ look!"
Evangeline: Part The First. II.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,
And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.
Elegy XVII. He Indulges the Suggestions of Spleen.-- An Elegy to the Winds
© William Shenstone
AEole! namque tibi divûm Pater atque hominum rex,
Et mulcere dedit mentes et tollere vento.
Imitation.
O AEolus! to thee the Sire supreme
Of gods and men the mighty power bequeath'd
To rouse or to assuage the human mind.
Elegy III
© Henry James Pye
The dewy morn her saffron mantle spreads
High o'er the brow of yonder eastern hill;
Epilogue
© Eugene Field
The day is done; and, lo! the shades
Melt 'neath Diana's mellow grace.
Hark, how those deep, designing maids
Feign terror in this sylvan place!
Come, friends, it's time that we should go;
We're honest married folk, you know.
Esse Et Posse
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
The groan of fallen Hosts; a torrid glare
Of cities; battle-cries of Right and Wrong
