Poems begining by E
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El Poeta Y La Ilusion (The Poet And The Illusion)
© Delmira Agustini
La princesita hipsipilo, la vibrátil filigrana,
Princesita ojos turquesas esculpida en porcelana
Llamó una noche a mi puerta con sus manitas de lis.
Vibró el cristal de su voz como una flauta galana.
Epilogue To Lessing's Laocooen
© Matthew Arnold
One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,
My friend and I, by chance we talk'd
Everybody's Makin' It Big But Me
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Elvis he's a hero he's a superstar
And I hear that Paul McCartney drives a Rolls Royse car
And Dylan sings for millions
And I just sing for free
"Each morning I pass on my way to work"
© Lesbia Harford
Each morning I pass on my way to work
A clock in a tower
And I look towards it with anxious eyes
To make sure of the hour.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Such was the legend. I had read it through
Twice ere I thought of thinking what it meant.
And as I turned with a sigh because I knew
That I alone perhaps of all who went
Earth And Man
© George Meredith
On her great venture, Man,
Earth gazes while her fingers dint the breast
Which is his well of strength, his home of rest,
And fair to scan.
Epitaph On Her Son H. P. At St. Syths Church Wher Her Body Also Lies Interred
© Katherine Philips
What on Earth deserves our trust ?
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,
What one moment calls again.
Epigram VI.
© John Byrom
To own a God, who does not speak to men,
Is first to own, and then disown again;
Of all idolatry the total sum
Is having gods, that are both deaf and dumb.
Epitaph.
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Earth Speaks:
HUSH! he drowses, drowses deep,
While my quiet arms I keep
Close about him in his sleep.
Elegy XXII. Written in the Year ----, When the Rights of Sepulture Were So Frequently Violated
© William Shenstone
Say, gentle Sleep! that lov'st the gloom of night,
Parent of dreams! thou great Magician! say,
Whence my late vision thus endures the light,
Thus haunts my fancy through the glare of day?
Epithalamium
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O joy! O fear! what will be done
In the absence of the sun?
Come along!
Ellen Terry In The Merchant Of Venice
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
As there she lives and moves upon the scene,
So lived and moved this radiant womanhood
Epigram I: To Stella
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thou wert the morning star among the living,
Ere thy fair light had fled;--
Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving
New splendour to the dead.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Nor later, when with her my childhood died,
Was life less sealed to me. The Church became
My guardian next and mother deified,
Who lit within me a more subtle flame
Embroidery
© Margaret Widdemer
SHE sits and makes pink roses with her thread
And wonders what to do, her heart astir,
Epigram IV.
© John Byrom
He is a Sinner, you are pleas'd to say;
Then love him for the sake of Christ, I pray,
If on his gracious Words you place your trust,
-"I came to call the sinner; not the just,"-
Second his Call; which if you will not do,
You'll be the greater sinner of the two.
