Poems begining by N
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Nou Goth Sonne under Wode
© Anonymous
Nou goth sonne under wode.Me reweth, Marie, thi faire rode.Nou goth sonne under tre.Me reweth, Marie, thi sone and the.
None Upon Earth I Desire Besides Thee
© John Newton
How tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see;
News of the Sun
© Rex Ingamells
The noon is on the cattle-track;
the air is void of sound,
except where crows, poised burning-black,
cry to the dusty ground.
Norembega
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE winding way the serpent takes
The mystic water took,
From where, to count its beaded lakes,
The forest sped its brook.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet IV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But Adrian, who was young and all athirst
For human joy, and turbulent and strong,
Grew discontent with her despairs and curst,
Nor spared he her the jibings of his tongue.
New Years Eve
© Robinson Jeffers
Staggering homeward between the stream and the trees the unhappy
drunkard
New Year
© Edith Nesbit
IN the coming year enfolded
Bright and sad hours lie,
Waiting till you reach and live them
As the year rolls by.
Non Dolet!
© Edith Wharton
So weary a world it lies, forlorn of day,
And yet not wholly dark,
Since evermore some soul that missed the mark
Calls back to those agrope
In the mad maze of hope,
Courage, my brothersI have found the way!
Nine stages towards Knowing
© Benjamin Jonson
Abstracted in art,
in architecture,
in scholars detail;
Not In This Chamber
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not in this chamber only at my birth-
When the long hours of that mysterious night
Nymph And Zephyr: A Statuary Group. By Westmacott
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
AND the summer sun shone in the sky,
And the rose's whole life was in its sigh,
Notes To "Descent To The Dead"
© Robinson Jeffers
It seems hardly necessary to stipulate that the elegiac tone of
these verses reflects the writer's mood, and is not meant for economic
Now as at all times
© William Butler Yeats
Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Names Upon a Stone: (Inscribed to G. L. Fagan, Esq.)
© Henry Kendall
ACROSS bleak widths of broken sea
A fierce north-easter breaks,
Nearer To Us
© Paul Eluard
Run and run towards deliverance
And find and gather everything
Deliverance and riches
Run so quickly the thread breaks
Not Worth the toil!
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
NOT all the sum of earthly happiness
Is worth the bowed head of a moment's pain,
And if I sell for wine my dervish dress,
Worth more than what I sell is what I gain!
Nightmare
© Conrad Aiken
I sit before the gold-embroidered curtain
And think her face is like a wrinkled desert.
The crystal burns in lamplight beneath my eyes.
A dragon slowly coils on the scaly curtain.
Upon a scarlet cloth a white skull lies.
