Poems begining by E
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Elegy With A Bridle In Its Hand
© Larry Levis
One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra & the other was a washed out palomino
And both stood at the rail of the corral & both went on aging
In each effortless tail swish, the flies rising, then congregating again
Eleventh Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Is this a time to plant and build,
Add house to house, and field to field,
When round our walls the battle lowers,
When mines are hid beneath our towers,
And watchful foes are stealing round
To search and spoil the holy ground?
Easter at Cactus Center
© Arthur Chapman
You kin talk about your racin' with your horses neck and neck--
We have had one here in Cactus that's the high card in the deck.
Elphin
© Madison Julius Cawein
The eve was a burning copper,
The night was a boundless black
Where wells of the lightning crumbled
And boiled with blazing rack,
When I came to the coal-black castle
With the wild rain on my back.
Evensong
© Mathilde Blind
What incommunicable presence clings
To this grey church and willowy twilight stream?
Am I the dupe of some delusive dream?
Or, like faint fluid phosphorent rings
On refluent seas, doth Shakespeare's spirit gleam
Pervasive round these old familiar things?
Euthanasia
© George Gordon Byron
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring
The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,
Oblivion! may thy languid wing
Wave gently o'er my dying bed!
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And so we went our way,--yes, hand in hand,
Like two lost children in some magic wood
Baffled and baffling with enchanter's wand
The various beasts that crossed us and withstood.
ER VOTO (The Vow)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Senti st'antra. A Ssan Pietro e Marcellino
Ce stanno certe moniche befane,
C'aveveno pe voto er contentino
De maggnà ttutto-quanto co le mane.
Epistle Of Condolence From A Slave-Lord To A Cotton-Lord
© Thomas Moore
Alas ! my dear friend, what a state of affairs !
How unjustly we both are despoil'd of our rights !
Not a pound of black flesh shall I leave to my heirs,
Nor must you any more work to death little whites.
Eclogue:--The Common A-Took In
© William Barnes
Good morn t'ye, John. How b'ye? how b'ye?
Zoo you be gwaïn to market, I do zee.
Why, you be quite a-lwoaded wi' your geese.
Epitaph of Eurymedon
© Theocritus
Thou hast gone to the grave, and abandoned thy son
Yet a babe, thy own manhood but scarcely begun.
Thou art throned among gods: and thy country will take
Thy child to her heart, for his brave father's sake.
En automne
© François Coppée
Quand de la divine enfant de Norvège,
Tout tremblant d'amour, j'osai m'approcher,
Il tombait alors des flocons de neige.
Ezekiel
© John Greenleaf Whittier
They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;
Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;
Elegy XIV: Julia
© John Donne
Hark, news, O envy ; thou shalt hear descried
My Julia ; who as yet was ne'er envied.
Era.m conseillatz
© Bernard de Ventadorn
Garsio, ara.m chantat
ma chanso, et la.m portat
a mo Messager, qu'i fo,
q'elh quer cosselh qu'el me do.
Earth's Silences
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
How dear to hearts by hurtful noises scarred
In the stillness of the many-leavèd trees,
Extinct Monsters
© Eugene Field
Oh, had I lived in the good old days,
When the Ichthyosaurus ramped around,
When the Elasmosaur swam the bays,
And the Sivatherium pawed the ground,
Would I have spent my precious time
At weaving golden thoughts in rhyme?
