Poems begining by E
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Edwin and Eltruda, a Legendary Tale
© Helen Maria Williams
Where the pure Derwent's waters glide
Along their mossy bed,
Close by the river's verdant side,
A castle rear'd its head.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A little honey! Ay, a little sweet,
A little pleasure when the years were young,
A joyous measure trod by dancing feet,
A tale of folly told by a loved tongue.
Elijah
© Henry Kendall
INTO that good old Hebrews soul sublime
The spirit of the wilderness had passed;
Ecologue I
© Virgil
Tityrus.
Sooner shall light stags, therefore, feed in air,
The seas their fish leave naked on the strand,
Germans and Parthians shift their natural bounds,
And these the Arar, those the Tigris drink,
Than from my heart his face and memory fade.
Evening
© John Keble
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
You mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
Epochs
© Emma Lazarus
Thin summer rain on grass and bush and hedge,
Reddening the road and deepening the green
On wide, blurred lawn, and in close-tangled sedge;
Veiling in gray the landscape stretched between
These low broad meadows and the pale hills seen
But dimly on the far horizon's edge.
Eileen Oge (Pride of Petravore)
© William Percy French
Eileen Oge! me heart is growin' grey
Ever since the day you wandered far away;
Eileen Oge! there's good fish in the sea,
But there's no one like the Pride of Petravore.
Elejandrinos Eclestiasticos
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Tú, Fuensanta, me libras de los lazos del mal;
Queman mi boca exangüe de Isaías los carbones;
Por ti me dan los cielos profundas contriciones
Y el ensueño me otorga su gracia episcopal.
Echo And The Ferry
© Jean Ingelow
So Oliver went, but the cowslips were tall at my feet,
And all the white orchard with fast-falling blossom was litter'd;
And under and over the branches those little birds twitter'd,
While hanging head downwards they scolded because I was seven.
A pity. A very great pity. One should be eleven.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Thus it began with laughter. But anon
The ox--eyed queen, who had resumed by rote
The tale of her perfections one by one,
Turned by some ominous chance towards the spot
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A glorious triumph. On that day of days
When, standing on the summit's utmost edge
Of my first mountain--top, I viewed the maze
Which I had travelled upwards, ledge on ledge,
Earth's Preference
© George Meredith
Earth loves her young: a preference manifest:
She prompts them to her fruits and flower-beds;
Extreme Unction
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Upon the eyes, the lips, the feet,
On all the passages of sense,
The atoning oil is spread with sweet
Renewal of lost innocence.
Eight Sonnets
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
I shall remember only of this hour--
And weep somewhat, as now you see me weep--
The pathos of your love, that, like a flower,
Fearful of death yet amorous of sleep,
Droops for a moment and beholds, dismayed,
The wind whereon its petals shall be laid.
ER ZAGRIFIZZIO D'ABBRAMO III (Abraham's Sacrifice 3)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
"Pacenza", dice Isacco ar zu' padraccio,
Se butta s'una pietra inginocchione,
E quer boja de padre arza er marraccio
Tra cap'e collo ar povero cojone.
El Mendigo
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Soy el mendigo cósmico y mi inopia es la suma
de todos los voraces ayunos pordioseros;
mi alma y mi carne trémulas imploran a la espuma
del mar y al simulacro azul de los luceros.
