Poems begining by E
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Es Liegt Der Heisse Sommer
© Heinrich Heine
There lies the heat of summer
On your cheeks lovely art:
Edmund Clarence Stedman
© Henry Van Dyke
Oh, quick to feel the lightest touch
Of beauty or of truth,
Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman
© William Strode
One pitt containes him now that could not dye
Before a thousand pitts in him did lye;
Soe many spotts upon his flesh were shewne
'Cause on his soule sinne fastned almost none.
Elliot's Oak
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou ancient oak! whose myriad leaves are loud
With sounds of unintelligible speech,
Epitaphs
© Anne Bradstreet
Her Mother's EpitaphHere lies
A worthy matron of unspotted life,
A loving mother and obedient wife,
A friendly neighbor, pitiful to poor,
Ensilage
© James McIntyre
The farmers now should all adorn
A few fields with sweet southern corn,
It is luscious, thick and tall,
The beauty of the fields in fall.
Ego Dominus Tuus
© William Butler Yeats
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream
Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still
Elegy IV. Anno Aet. 18. To My Tutor, Thomas Young, Chaplain Of The English Merchants Resident At Ham
© William Cowper
Hence, my epistle--skim the Deep--fly o'er
Yon smooth expanse to the Teutonic shore!
Evening.
© Robert Crawford
The light is drawn out of the leaves and grass,
And the sweet flowers grow pale in the gray air,
As if their beauty's essence e'en did pass
With the departing light from all things fair,
Effects At A Distance.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
On my table's edge."
Each nerve the nimble boy straineth,
And the end of the castle soon gaineth.
Epiphanias.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE three holy kings with their star's bright ray,--
They eat and they drink, but had rather not pay;
They like to eat and drink away,
They eat and drink, but had rather not pay.
"Emmie, Emmie Adams"
© Lesbia Harford
Emmie, Emmie Adams,
With her insolent air,
Tied a little bit of rag
In her yellow hair.
Explanation Of An Antique Gem,
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A YOUNG fig-tree its form lifts highWithin a beauteous garden;
And see, a goat is sitting by.As if he were its warden.But oh, Quirites, how one errs!The tree is guarded badly;
For round the other side there whirrsAnd hums a beetle madly.The hero with his well-mail'd coatNibbles the branches tall so;
A mighty longing feels the goatGently to climb up also.And so, my friends, ere long ye seeThe tree all leafless standing;
Ever And Everywhere.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
FAR explore the mountain hollow,
High in air the clouds then follow!
Eclogue:--Come And Zee Us In The Zummer
© William Barnes
Well now, I do hope we shall vind ye
Come soon, wi' your childern behind ye,
To Stowe, while o' bwoth zides o' hedges,
The zunsheen do glow in the zummer.
Ergo Bibamus!
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Remember then: ERGO BIBAMUS!
In truth 'tis an old, 'tis an excellent word,
With its sound so befitting each bosom is stirr'd,
And an echo the festal hall filling is heard,
Epitaph.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
As a boy, reserved and naughty;
As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty;
As a man, for action inclined;
As a greybeard, fickle in mind.--
Upon thy grave will people read:
This was a very man, indeed!
Enniskillen
© Alice Guerin Crist
Oh my heart beat high with joy elate,
When Danny rode in the Hunters Plate
