Poems begining by N
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National Song (From The Danish Of Evald)
© George Borrow
King Christian stood beside the mast;
Smoke, mixt with flame,
Nocturne
© Charles Cros
Bois frissonnants, ciel étoilé,
Mon bien-aimé sen est allé,
Emportant mon cur désolé!
No Worst, There Is None
© Govinda Krishna Chettur
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep."
Notions
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Myrtie, my notion of no one to write about
Seems to be any one other than you;
Therefore, Myrtilla, I'm penning to-night about
Twelve anapestic good verses and true.
Nuptial Night
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Hush! and again the chatter of the starling
Athwart the lawn!
Never To See Or Hear Her
© Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
Never to see or hear her,
never to name her aloud,
but faithfully always to wait for her
and love her.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet X
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But with full daylight finding no relief,
Though he had spent the newness of his fears
And looked with altered eyes upon his grief,
For sorrow often drowses in its tears,
November
© Giovanni Pascoli
Gemlike the air, the sun so bright above
you look for blossoms on the apricot trees,
recall the bitter whitethorn scent you love
and sniff the breeze.
"Nature is a Sphinx..."
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Nature's a Sphinx. And her ordeal
Is all the more destructive to mankind
Because, perhaps, she has no riddle.
Nor did she ever have one.
News of War
© Henry Kendall
Today, while yet the rumour filled the street,
I left your faces troubled with the thought
Norumbega Hall
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Not on Penobscot's wooded bank the spires
Of the sought City rose, nor yet beside
No man is an island
© John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of they friends`s or of thine own were.
Nathan The Wise - Act II
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
But out of my dilemma
'Tis not so easy to escape unhurt.
Well, you must have the knight.
Nightfall
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Sweet after labour, soft and whispering night
Blows on dark fields and fragrant country here:
Here there is sleep, to weary limbs delight;
The world is far away, the stars are near.
Naked
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Pride is the untrue mask,
Shame is a cloak that clings,
Tenderness oft is a trammelling veil
Because of truth that stings.
Natural Gifts.
© Robert Crawford
The gifts o' the gods; not all men have them, ay,
And some indeed that have them know it not;
And some that have them not, deem that they have,
And there's the mischief: it is this that makes
Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour
© Rupert Brooke
Oh! we who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Nought broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there
But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
