Poems begining by N
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No Me Condenes
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
El reloj de su sala desgajaba las ocho;
Era diciembre, y yo departía con ella
Bajo la limpidez glacial de cada estrella.
El gendarme, remiso a mi intriga inocente,
Hubo de ser, al fin, forzoso confidente.
Nature and GodI neither knew
© Emily Dickinson
Nature and GodI neither knew
Yet Both so well knew me
They startled, like Executors
Of My identity.
Nature, For Nature's Sake
© Jean Ingelow
White as white butterflies that each one dons
Her face their wide white wings to shade withal,
Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring.
While couched in rising barley titlarks call,
And bees alit upon their martagons
Do hang a-murmuring, a-murmuring.
Nacht am Strand (Night on the Shore)
© Heinrich Heine
Starless and cold is the night:
The sea is foaming,
Noble Deeds
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought,
Whene'er is spoken a noble thought,
Our hearts in glad surprise,
To higher levels rise.
Near The Snow-Line
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SLOW toiling upward from' the misty vale,
I leave the bright enamelled zones below;
Not Crossing Bridges
© Edgar Albert Guest
MEBBE I shall weep tomorrow,
Mebbe I shall lose my job,
Mebbe bowed in grief and sorrow
I shall sit alone and sob.
No Sight Can Be More Autumnal
© Sugawara Takesue no Musume
No sight can be more autumnal
than that of my garden
Tenanted by an autumnal person
weary of the world!
Night
© Alexander Pushkin
My voice, to which love lends a tenderness and yearing,
Disturbs night's dreamy calm ... Pale at my bedside burning,
A taper wastes away ... From out my heart there surge
Stift verses, streams of love, that hum and sing and merge.
" Nature is not as you imagine her..."
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
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Nature is not as you imagine her:
Nightfall in Dordrecht
© Eugene Field
The mill goes toiling slowly around
With steady and solemn creak,
Night of the Scorpion
© Nissim Ezekiel
I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
to crawl beneath a sack of rice.
Nativity
© John Donne
Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-belov'd imprisonment,
"Not unto endless dark..."
© William Wilfred Campbell
Not unto endless dark do we go down,
Though all the wisdom of wide earth said yea,
November
© Hilaire Belloc
Till, driven and hurled from his strong citadels,
He flies in hurrying cloud and spurs him on,
Empty of lingerings, empty of farewells
And final benedictions, and is gone.
But in my garden all the trees have shed
Their legacies of the light, and all the flowers are dead.
New Year's Eve: A Waking Dream
© George MacDonald
I have not any fearful tale to tell
Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw,
New Year's Night, 1916
© Duncan Campbell Scott
The Earth moans in her sleep
Like an old mother
Whose sons have gone to the war,
Who weeps silently in her heart
Till dreams comfort her.
Numbers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Trefoil and Quatrefoil!
What shaped those destinied small silent leaves
Niggers Leap, New England
© Judith Wright
Did we not know their blood channelled our rivers,
and the black dust our crops ate was their dust?
O all men are one man at last. We should have known
the night that tidied up the cliffs and hid them
had the same question on its tongue for us.
And there they lie that were ourselves writ strange.
