Poems begining by E

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Elegy on the Death of a Child

© James Hogg

Fair was thy blossom, tender flower,
That open'd like the rose in May,
Though nursed beneath the chilly shower
Of fell regret, for love's decay.

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Earth’s Moments Of Gloom

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Lift—lift up thy sinking heart, pilgrim of life!
A sure spell there is for thy spirit’s sad strife;
’Tis not to be found in the well-springs of earth,—
Oh! no, ’tis of higher and holier birth.

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Elegy II. On The Death Of The University Beadle At Cambridge (Translated From Milton)

© William Cowper

Thee, whose refulgent staff and summons clear,
  Minerva's flock longtime was wont t'obey,
Although thyself an herald, famous here,
  The last of heralds, Death, has snatch'd away.
He calls on all alike, nor even deigns
To spare the office that himself sustains.

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Endymion

© Oscar Wilde


 You cannot choose but know my love,
 For he a shepherd's crook doth bear,
 And he is soft as any dove,
 And brown and curly is his hair.

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Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When winter winds are piercing chill,
  And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
  That overbrows the lonely vale.

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Epigram On The Death Of Edward Forbes

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

NATURE, a jealous mistress, laid him low.  
He woo’d and won her; and, by love made bold,  
She show’d him more than mortal man should know,  
Then slew him lest her secret should be told.

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Elegy XVI: The Expostulation

© John Donne

TO make the doubt clear, that no woman's true,

Was it my fate to prove it strong in you?

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Eclogue:--The Best Man In The Vield

© William Barnes

  That's slowish work, Bob. What'st a-been about?
  Thy pookèn don't goo on not over sprack.
  Why I've a-pook'd my weäle, lo'k zee, clear out,
  An' here I be ageän a-turnèn back.

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Er Confessore (The Confessor)

© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli

Padre… - Dite il confiteor. - L'ho detto. -
L'atto di contrizione? - Già l'ho ffatto. -
Avanti dunque. - Ho detto cazzo-matto
A mi' marito, e j'ho arzato un grossetto. -

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Elemental Drifts

© Walt Whitman

ELEMENTAL drifts!
  How I wish I could impress others as you have just been impressing
  me!

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Eros

© Robert Seymour Bridges

Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristen’d smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.

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El Campanero

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

Me contó el campanero esta mañana
Que el año viene mal para los trigos.
Que Juan es novio de una prima hermana
Rica y hermosa. Que murió Susana.
El campanero y yo somos amigos.

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Elegy: Walking the Line

© Edgar Bowers

Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line,
The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum
Superb above the cabin, along the wall—
Stones gathered from the level field nearby

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Evasion

© Madison Julius Cawein

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Why do I love you, who have never given

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Exchange

© Vlanes (Vladislav Nekliaev)

Today your things depart. Your faience cup
fell off the table at sunrise and cracked.
Your old grey dog did not come up
the stairs. I went to look for him, he had died
in the long grass, near your library,
under your favourite mango-tree.

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Eight Epitaphs

© Vlanes (Vladislav Nekliaev)

You liked your scrolls ? – Here they are.
The manuscript of your book ? – Here it is.
Your wine and figs ? – Here they are.
The portrait of your wife ? – Here it is.
Your garden and your house ? – Here they are.
The box you never opened ? – Here it is.

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Extinguish Thou My Eyes

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Extinguish Thou my eyes:I still can see Thee,
deprive my ears of sound:I still can hear Thee,
and without feet I still can come to Thee,
and without voice I still can call to Thee.

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Eastern River

© Peter Huchel

On the boughs,
empty nests of the penduline titmice,
shoes light as birds.
No one slips them
over children's feet.

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"Ey saa hvi tripper du saa fast?"

© Ambrosius Stub

  Ey saa hvi tripper du saa fast?

  Hvad stikker dig du pene Pige?

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Elegy XV. In Memory of a Private Family in Worcestershire

© William Shenstone

From a lone tower, with reverend ivy crown'd,
The pealing bell awaked a tender sigh;
Still, as the village caught the waving sound,
A swelling tear distream'd from every eye.