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Nocturne
© Guiterman Arthur
The three-toed tree-toadSings his sweet ode To the moon;The funny bunnyAnd his honey Trip in tune
Noël
© Théophile Gautier
Le ciel est noir, la terre est blanche;-- Cloches, carillonnez gaîment! --Jésus est né. -- La Vierge pencheSur lui son visage charmant.
No Coward's Song
© Flecker James Elroy
I am afraid to think about my death,When it shall be, and whether in great painI shall rise up and fight the air for breathOr calmly wait the bursting of my brain.
No Snake
© Annie Finch
Inside my Eden I can find no snake.There's not one I could look to and believe,obey and then be ruined by and leavebecause of, bearing children and an ache.
Noah's Flood
© Michael Drayton
Eternal and all-working God, which wastBefore the world, whose frame by Thee was cast,And beautified with beamful lamps above,By thy great wisdom set how they should moveTo guide the seasons, equally to all,Which come and go as they do rise and fall
Non Nobis, Domine
© Cust Henry
Not unto us, O Lord,Not unto us the rapture of the day,The peace of night, or love's divine surprise,High heart, high speech, high deeds, 'mid honouring eyesFor at Thy wordAll these are taken away.
Night among the Thousand Islands
© Coleman Helena Jane
Mysterious falls the moon's transforming light On lichen-covered rock and granite wall,Comes piercing through the hollows of the night The loon's weird, plaintive call.
Negation
© Clarke George Elliott
Le nègre negated, meagre, c'est moi:Denigrated, negative, a localCaliban, unlikable and disliked(Slick black bastard -
Naima
© Clarke George Elliott
Naima, I should perfume my letters,confuse spices with my ink,spirit tea from orange peels and sugar....
Nature's Epitaph
© William Herbert Carruth
Who knows where the graveyard is Where the fox and the eagle lie?Who has seen the obsequies Of the red deer when they die?
Namby-Pamby: or, A Panegyric on the New Versification
© Henry Carey
Nauty Pauty Jack-a-DandyStole a Piece of Sugar-Candy,From the Grocer's Shoppy-shop,And away did hoppy-hop.
No Baby in the House
© Burtchaell Clara G.
No baby in the house, I know, -- 'Tis far too nice and clean;No toys by careless fingers strewn, Upon the floors are seen
November
© Bell Julian Heward
The seeds we sowed a year agoBring in their harvest now:A pleasing straw to those who knowThey must forsake the plough.
Nonsense
© Bell Julian Heward
Sing a song of sixpence,A pocketful of rye,The lover's in the gardenAnd battle's in the sky.The banker's in the cityGetting off his gold;Oh isn't it a pityThe rye can't be sold.
Notes towards a Poem that can never be Written
© Margaret Atwood
This is the placeyou would rather not know about,this is the place that will inhabit you,this is the place you cannot imagine,this is the place that will finally defeat you
