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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The ecstasy to guess				The ecstasy to guess Were a receipted bliss If grace could talk.
The Eggs and the Horses	Anonymous		English	A Matrimonial Epic JOHN DOBBINS was so captivated By Mary Trueman’s fortune, face, and cap, (With near two thousand pounds the hook was baited,) That in he popped to matrimony’s trap. One small ingredient towards happiness, It seems, ne’er...
The Egyptian Lotus	Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton		English	Proud, languid lily of the sacred Nile, ’T is strange to see thee on our Western wave, Far from those sandy shores, that mile on mile, Papyrus-plumed, stretch silent as the grave. O’er dark, mysterious pool and sheltered bay, And round deep dreaming...
The Elf and the Dormouse	Oliver Herford		English	Under a toadstool Crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain, To shelter himself. Under the toadstool, Sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse All in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, Frightened, and yet Fearing to fly away...
The Elf and the Dormouse	Oliver Herford		English	Under a toadstool Crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain, To shelter himself. Under the toadstool, Sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse All in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, Frightened, and yet Fearing to fly away...
The Emigrant Lassie	John Stuart Blackie		English	As I came wandering down Glen Spean, Where the braes are green and grassy, With my light step I overtook A weary-footed lassie. She had one bundle on her back, Another in her hand, And she walked as one who was full loath To...
The End	Wallace Rice		English	No freeman, saith the wise, thinks much on death: No man with soul he dareth call his own Liveth in dread lest there be no atone In time to come for yesterday’s warm breath, No more than he for such and hungereth As falls to those who speed their souls a-...
The End of the Day	Duncan Campbell Scott		English	I Hear the bells at eventide Peal softly one by one, Near and far off they break and glide; Across the stream float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of Hull; The day is done, done, done, The day is done. The dew has...
The End of the Play	William Makepeace Thackeray		English	The Play is done,—the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter’s bell; A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task; And, when he ’s laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the...
The End of the World			English
The English Robin	Harrison Weir	1844	English	See yon robin on the spray; Look ye how his tiny form Swells, as when his merry lay Gushes forth amid the storm. Though the snow is falling fast, Specking o’er his coat with white,— Though loud roars the chilly blast, And the...
The Enviable Isles	Herman Melville		English	Through storms you reach them and from storms are free. Afar descried, the foremost drear in hue, But, nearer, green; and, on the marge, the sea Makes thunder low and mist of rainbowed dew. But, inland,—where the sleep that folds the hills A dreamier...
The Epicure	Anacreon	602	English	From the Greek by Abraham Cowley FILL the bowl with rosy wine! Around our temples roses twine! And let us cheerfully awhile, Like the wine and roses, smile. Crowned with roses, we contemn Gyges’ wealthy diadem. To-day is ours, what do we...
The Erl-King	Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe	1769	English	From the German by Sir Theodore Martin and William Edmondstoune Aytoun WHO rides so late through the midnight blast? ’T is a father spurs on with his child full fast; He gathers the boy well into his arm, He clasps him close and he keeps him warm. “My...
The Errors of a Wise Man make your Rule			English	*** * *** The Errors of a Wise Man make your Rule Rather than the Perfections of a Fool
The Eternal Goodness	John Greenleaf Whittier	1827	English	O friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God And love of man I bear. I trace your lines of argument; Your logic linked and strong I weigh as one who dreads dissent, And fears...
The Eternal Goodness	John Greenleaf Whittier	1827	English	O Friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God And love of man I bear. I trace your lines of argument; Your logic linked and strong I weigh as one who dreads dissent, And fears...
The Eternal Justice	Anne Reeve Aldrich		English	Thank God that shall judge my soul, not man! I marvel when they say, “Think of that awful Day No pitying fellow-sinner’s eyes shall scan With tolerance thy soul, But His who knows the whole, The God whom all men own is wholly just...
The Eve of St. Agnes	John Keats	1815	English	Saint Agnes’ EVE,—ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the beadsman’s fingers while he told His rosary, and while his...
The Evening Cloud	John Wilson	1805	English	A Cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow; Long had I watched the glory moving on O’er the still radiance of the lake below. Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow! Even in its very motion there was...