Poems begining by E
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Europe, MDCCCCI To Napoleon
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Soars still thy spirit, Child of Fire?
Dost hear the camps of Europe hum?
On eagle wings dost hover nigher
At the far rolling of the drum?
To see the harvest thou hast sown
Smilest thou now, Napoleon?
Emancipation Hymn
© Anonymous
Praise we the Lord! let songs resound
To earths remotest shore!
Songs of thanksgiving, songs of praise
For we are slaves no more.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I had stopped to read a handbill of the play,
Caught by the lettering. Thus it was I read,
``Programme of this night's pieces, Saturday
The twentieth of October, `X. Y. Z.,'
Eleventh Hour
© David Lehman
The bloom was off the economic recovery.
"I just want to know one thing," she said.
What was that one thing? He'll never know,
Because at just that moment he heard the sound
Elegy I
© Henry James Pye
O Happiness! thou wish of every mind,
Whose form, more subtle than the fleeting air,
Examples (August 27)
© David Lehman
The last Campbell's tomato soup can
of the twentieth century is going to
the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh
That is an example of a sentence
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
© Vachel Lindsay
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sat gossiping with Robert.
(She was really a raving beauty in her day.
With Mary Pickford curls in clouds and whirls.)
Epigram VII.
© John Byrom
What is more tender than a mother's love
To the sweet infant fondling in her arms?
Evening
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The moon begins her stately ride
Across the summer sky;
The happy wavelets lash the shore,--
The tide is rising high.
Eyes
© Arthur Symons
Why does this passion I have for passionate eyes consume me?
Morbid enough the attraction, as the fashions in season
Epitaph
© Robert Desnos
I lived in those times. For a thousand years
I have been dead. Not fallen, but hunted;
When all human decency was imprisoned,
I was free amongst the masked slaves.
Early Darkness
© Louise Gluck
How can you say
earth should give me joy? Each thing
born is my burden; I cannot succeed
with all of you.
Evolutionary Hymn
© Clive Staples Lewis
Lead us, Evolution, lead us
Up the future's endless stair;
Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us.
For stagnation is despair:
Groping, guessing, yet progressing,
Lead us nobody knows where.
Even on the smallest islands
© Kobayashi Issa
Even on the smallest islands,
they are tilling the fields,
skylarks singing.
Earlier Poems : An April Day
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.
Epic
© Patrick Kavanagh
I have lived in important places, times
When great events were decided, who owned
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land
Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims.
Ebony Life
© Robert Desnos
A frightening stillness will mark that day
And the shadow of streetlights and fire-alarms will exhaust the light
All things, the quietest and the loudest, will be silent
The suckling brats will die
Everything
© Philip Levine
Lately the wind burns
the last leaves and evening
comes too late to be
of use, lately I learned
Eleu Loro
© Sir Walter Scott
Where shall the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
From his true maidens breast
Parted for ever?
