Poems begining by N
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New Heaven
© Katharine Tynan
Paradise now has many a Knight,
Many a lordkin, many lords,
Glimmer of armor, dinted and bright,
The young Knights have put on new swords.
Nature
© James Beattie
O how canst thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which Nature to her votary yields!
Night Watches
© James Russell Lowell
While the slow clock, as they were miser's gold,
Counts and recounts the mornward steps of Time,
Nocturne
© Rubén Dario
I want to express my anguish in verses that speak
of my vanished youth, a time of dreams and roses,
and the bitter defloration of my life
by many small cares and one vast aching sorrow.
Non, Je Ne LAmime Plus
© André Marie de Chénier
Sa table par mes mains sera prête et choisie;
L'eau pure, de ma main, lui sera l'ambroisie.
Seul, c'est moi qui serai partout, à tout moment,
Son esclave fidèle et son fidèle amant.'
Tels étaient mes projets qu'insensés et volages
Le vent a dissipés parmi de vains nuages!
Night Thoughts In Age
© John Hall Wheelock
Light, that out of the west looked back once more
Through lids of cloud, has closed a sleepy eye;
Now Kind Now Coy Wth How Much Change
© Thomas Parnell
Now kind now coy wth how much change
You feed my fierce desire
"Not Known"
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
On receiving through the Post-Office a Returned Letter from an old
residence, marked on the envelope, "Not Known."
Nuances Of A Theme By Williams
© Wallace Stevens
Shine alone, shine nakedly, shine like bronze,
that reflects neither my face nor any inner part
of my being, shine like fire, that mirrors nothing.
Noontide Retreat of Summer As a Haunt for Meditation
© James Thomson
Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky,
A thousand shapes, or glide athwart the dusk,
Or stalk majestic on. Deep-roused, I feel
A sacred terror, a severe delight,
Never Mind
© Charles Harpur
My Country, though rude yet, and wild, be thy nature,
This alone our proud love should beget and command:
There's noon in thy broad breast for Manhood's full stature,
And honest Endeavour's a lord in the land.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet VIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And so it was that, sitting ever thus
Dumb to all speech of those that knew her woe
And bare with her sole sorrow in the house,
And ever watching with sad eyes below
Not A Sparrow Falleth But Its God Doth Know
© Louisa May Alcott
"Not a sparrow falleth but its God doth know,
Just as when his mandate lays a monarch low;
Nora: A Serenade
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
AH, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away,
While Night like a spirit steals up o'er the hills;
November In Ireland
© Alice Guerin Crist
November days in Ireland
The skies are dull and grey,
But Oh! The clear strong flame of love,
That burns by night and day.
As swift and bright the whispered prayers fly to the Heavens O'erhead,
From faithful hearts in Ireland, remembering their dead.
"Not iris in her pride"
© George Peele
NOT Iris in her pride and bravery
Adorns her arch with such variety;
Never Bite A Married Woman On The Thigh
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Never bite a married woman on the thigh oh my
Cause she just can't rub it off no matter how she'll try
And when she gets home at night her man will ask her why
Then she'll say it's just a birthmark or some other silly lie
