Poems begining by N
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Not To The Staring Day
© William Ernest Henley
Not to the staring Day,
For all the importunate questionings he pursues
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But when they had gone past him every one,
With new resolve begotten of his dream,
Adrian arose and followed where the stone
Yawned for his love, and there unseen by them
November
© John Keble
Red oer the forest peers the setting sun;
The line of yellow light dies fast away
That crownd the eastern copse; and chill and dun
Falls on the moor the brief November day.
Neither This Nor That.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IF thou to be a slave shouldst will,
Thou'lt get no pity, but fare ill;
And if a master thou wouldst be,
The world will view it angrily;
And if in statu quo thou stay,
That thou art but a fool, they'll say.
Niobe
© John Donne
By children's births, and death, I am become
So dry, that I am now mine own sad tomb.
November Song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To the great archer--not to himTo meet whom flies the sun,
And who is wont his features dimWith clouds to overrun--But to the boy be vow'd these rhymes,Who 'mongst the roses plays,
Who hear us, and at proper timesTo pierce fair hearts essays.Through him the gloomy winter night,Of yore so cold and drear,
Brings many a loved friend to our sight,And many a woman dear.Henceforward shall his image fairStand in yon starry skies,
Noonday By The Seaside
© Frances Anne Kemble
The sea has left the strand
In their deep sapphire cup
The waves lie gathered up,
Off the hard-ribbed sand.
Night Thoughts.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
But by gods and men are unrequited:
For ye love not,--ne'er have learnt to love!
Ceaselessly in endless dance ye move,
In the spacious sky your charms displaying,
New Love, New Life.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I acknowledge thee no more.
Fled is all that gave thee gladness,
Fled the cause of all thy sadness,
Next Year's Spring.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE bed of flowersLoosens amain,
The beauteous snowdropsDroop o'er the plain.
The crocus opensIts glowing bud,
Like emeralds others,Others, like blood.
Nature
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Because out of corruption burns the rose,
And to corruption lovely cheeks descend;
Because with her right hand she heals the woes
Her left hand wrought, loth nor to wound nor mend;
Nomad Exquisite
© Wallace Stevens
As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth
The big-finned palm
And green vine angering for life,
Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself
© Wallace Stevens
At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.
Nocturne
© Kathleen Raine
Night comes, an angel stands
Measuring out the time of stars,
Still are the winds, and still the hours.
No, Thank You John
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you tease me day by day,
And wax a weariness to think upon
With always "do" and "pray"?
Naming of Parts
© Henry Reed
Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But today,
Today we have naming of parts. Japonica
Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,
And today we have naming of parts.
November
© William Cullen Bryant
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air,
Night On The Prairies
© Walt Whitman
NIGHT on the prairies;
The supper is over-the fire on the ground burns low;
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets:
I walk by myself-I stand and look at the stars, which I think now I
never realized before.
