Poems begining by N
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No Name
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
"A stone upon her heart and head,
But no name written on that stone;
Sweet neighbours whisper low instead,
This sinner was a loving one." - Mrs. Browning.
Not Goo Hwome To-Night
© William Barnes
No, no, why you've noo wife at hwome
Abidèn up till you do come,
New Eyes Each Year
© Philip Larkin
New eyes each year
Find old books here,
And new books,too,
Old eyes renew;
Nothing To Be Said
© Philip Larkin
For nations vague as weed,
For nomads among stones,
Small-statured cross-faced tribes
And cobble-close families
In mill-towns on dark mornings
Life is slow dying.
No Road
© Philip Larkin
Since we agreed to let the road between us
Fall to disuse,
And bricked our gates up, planted trees to screen us,
And turned all time's eroding agents loose,
Silence, and space, and strangers - our neglect
Has not had much effect.
Next, Please
© Philip Larkin
Always too eager for the future, we
Pick up bad habits of expectancy.
Something is always approaching; every day
Till then we say,
Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room
© William Wordsworth
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
Northward
© Katharine Lee Bates
THESE palms weave shadows of delight,
But the truant heart flies forth
To birch-boles glistening more than white
In the forests of the North.
Nymphidia, The Court Of Fairy (excerpts)
© Michael Drayton
But let us leave Queen Mab a while,
Through many a gate, o'er many a stile,
That now had gotten by this wile,
Her dear Pigwiggen kissing;
Noah's Flood (excerpts)
© Michael Drayton
Eternal and all-working God, which wast
Before the world, whose frame by Thee was cast,
And beautified with beamful lamps above,
By thy great wisdom set how they should move
To guide the seasons, equally to all,
Which come and go as they do rise and fall.
Nine O'Clock
© Robert Graves
Good-night to the meadow, farewell to the nine o'clock Sun,
"He loves me not, loves me, he loves me not" (O jealous one!)
"He loves me, he loves me not, loves me"--O soft nights of June,
A bird sang for love on the cherry-bough: up swam the Moon.
Ne Te Suicide Pas, Seigneur...
© Alain Bosquet
Ne te suicide pas, Seigneur, voici quapparaît une orchidée parmi les ruines,
Ne te suicide pas, Seigneur, voici que renaît le ruisseau dans le cratère dune tombe,
Ne te suicide pas, Seigneur, le ciel a mis du givre sur sa balafre, locéan a guéri sa blessure dun bandage de corail.
Night Song
© Lisel Mueller
Among rocks, I am the loose one,
among aarows, I am the heart,
among daughters, I am the recluse,
among sons, the one who dies young.
Nimium Fortunatus (The Good Life)
© Robert Seymour Bridges
I have lain in the sun
I have toil'd as I might,
I have thought as I would,
And now it is night.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Yet so it was. Adrian had hardly set
His lips to those cold lips where death had been,
His eyes those clammy eyelids scarce had wet
With his warm tears and poured his soul between,
Near The Wall Of A House
© Yehuda Amichai
Near the wall of a house painted
to look like stone,
I saw visions of God.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Away! Away! Away with her, young lover,
Away with her in haste lest dawn should break;
If that her kinsmen should thy deed discover
Ill might it fare with thee for her love's sake.
