Poems begining by E
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Enoch Arden
© Alfred Tennyson
At length she spoke `O Enoch, you are wise;
And yet for all your wisdom well know I
That I shall look upon your face no more.'
Elm
© Sylvia Plath
I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there.
Emblems
© Charles Harpur
A STREAMLET is a bright and beauteous creature
In some wide desert, where it keeps apart
Of each wayfarers heart:
The Star of Evening is a gracious feature,
Instinct as twere with all the love that eyes
Have looked through at the skies.
Encouragement
© Emily Jane Brontë
I do not weep; I would not weep;
Our mother needs no tears:
Dry thine eyes, too; 'tis vain to keep
This causeless grief for years.
Elegy Written At Hotwells, Bristol
© William Lisle Bowles
The morning wakes in shadowy mantle gray,
The darksome woods their glimmering skirts unfold,
Prone from the cliff the falcon wheels her way,
And long and loud the bell's slow chime is tolled.
Edith
© William Ellery Channing
EDITH, the silent stars are coldly gleaming,
The night wind moans, the leafless trees are still.
Edith, there is a life beyond this seeming,
So sleeps the ice-clad lake beneath thy hill.
Early Spring
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
Eight Years Old
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
SUN, whom the faltering snow-cloud fears,
Rise, let the time of year be May,
Earth! my Likeness!
© Walt Whitman
EARTH! my likeness!
Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there,
Epigram : To Christina, Queen Of Sweden, With Cromwell's Picture (Translation)
© William Cowper
Christina, maiden of heroic mien!
Star of the North! of northern stars the queen!
Evening In Summer
© James Thomson
Confess'd from yonder slow-extinguish'd clouds,
All ether softening, sober Evening takes
Her wonted station in the middle air;
She sends on earth; then that of deeper dye
Eva
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Dry the tears for holy Eva,
With the blessed angels leave her;
Of the form so soft and fair
Give to earth the tender care.
Ernst Of Edelsheim
© John Hay
I'll tell the story, kissing
This white hand for my pains:
No sweeter heart, nor falser
E'er filled such fine, blue veins.
Edward Thring
© Bliss William Carman
This was a leader of the sons of light,
Of winsome cheer and strenuous command.
Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg
© William Wordsworth
Nor has the rolling year twice measured,
From sign to sign, its stedfast course,
Since every mortal power of Coleridge
Was frozen at its marvellous source;
Eclogue 6: To Varus
© Publius Vergilius Maro
First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
Elegy IV
© Henry James Pye
The solemn hand of sable-suited night
Enwraps the silent earth with mantle drear;
Eight OClock
© Sara Teasdale
SUPPER comes at five o'clock,
At six, the evening star,
My lover comes at eight o'clock
But eight o'clock is far.
