Poems begining by E
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Excerpt
© Pierre de Ronsard
Scanderbeg, haineux du peuple Scythien
Qui de toute l'Asie a chassé l'Evangile.
O très-grand Epirote ! Ô vaillant Albanois !
Dont la main a défait les Turcs vingt et deux fois "
Epitaph On Mrs. M. Higgins, Of Weston
© William Cowper
Laurels may flourish round the conqueror's tomb,
But happiest they who win the world to come:
Believers have a silent field to fight,
And their exploits are veiled from human sight.
Early Death
© Hartley Coleridge
She pass'd away like morning dew
Before the sun was high;
So brief her time, she scarcely knew
The meaning of a sigh.
Eudoxia. Second Picture
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O DEAREST my sister, my sister who sits by the hearth,
With lids softly drooping, or lifted up saintly and calm,
With household hands folded, or opened for help and for balm,
And lips, ripe and dewy, or ready for innocent mirth,--
Excerpt "Goldilocks and the Three Bears"
© Roald Dahl
"This famous wicked little tale
Should never have been put on sale
It is a mystery to me
Why loving parents cannot see
That this is actually a book
About a brazen little crook..."
Edith: A Tale Of The Woods
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"Thou'rt passing from the lake's green side,
And the hunter's hearth away;
For the time of flowers, for the summer's pride,
Daughter! thou canst not stay.
Eureka poem
© Anonymous
As I lay sleeping
on Bakery Hill
I heard her calling:
The leaves were still.
Elegy VI
© Henry James Pye
Now has bright Sol fulfill'd his circling course,
Again to Taurus roll'd his burning car,
Epitaph For A Roman Catholic Churchyard
© John Kenyon
Weary centinel of earth,
Grief's companion from my birth,
Enceladus. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under Mount Etna he lies,
It is slumber, it is not death;
For he struggles at times to arise,
And above him the lurid skies
Are hot with his fiery breath.
English Eclogues V - The Witch
© Robert Southey
FATHER.
'Tis rare good luck;
I would have gladly given a crown for one
If t'would have done as well. But where did'st find it?
English Eclogues III - The Funeral
© Robert Southey
The coffin as I past across the lane
Came sudden on my view. It was not here,
Ellen Brine Ov Allenburn
© William Barnes
Noo soul did hear her lips complaïn,
An' she's a-gone vrom all her païn,
Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister to Mr. C. Cotton
© Richard Lovelace
Virgins, if thus you dare but courage take
To follow her in life, else through this lake
Of Nature wade, and breake her earthly bars,
Y' are fixt with her upon a throne of stars,
Arched with a pure Heav'n chrystaline,
Where round you love and joy for ever shine.
Epigram
© Adelaide Crapsey
If illness' end be health regained then I
Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I die.
Eastern Sunset
© Frances Anne Kemble
'Tis only the nightingale's warbled strain,
That floats through the evening sky:
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I touched that knee. She did not show surprise,
And the earth had not opened at our feet.
She did not even laugh. Her foolish eyes
Twinkled a moment in her cheeks, then set
