Poems begining by N

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New Year's Day

© Kobayashi Issa

New Year's Day--
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.

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New Year's morning

© Kobayashi Issa

New Year's morning:
the ducks on the pond
quack and quack.

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November

© Walter de la Mare

There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

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Nicholas Nye

© Walter de la Mare

Thistle and darnell and dock grew there,
And a bush, in the corner, of may,
On the orchard wall I used to sprawl
In the blazing heat of the day;

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Napoleon

© Walter de la Mare

'What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I:
I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky;

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New Year's Morning

© Helen Hunt Jackson

Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.

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Noon

© Philip Levine

I bend to the ground
to catch
something whispered,
urgent, drifting

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Night Thoughts Over A Sick Child

© Philip Levine

Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep,
I keep night watch. Looking for
signs to quiet fear, I creep
closer to his bed and hear

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Night Words

© Philip Levine

after Juan Ramon
A child wakens in a cold apartment.
The windows are frosted. Outside he hears
words rising from the streets, words he cannot

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No, Not More Welcome

© Thomas Moore

No, not more welcome the fairy numbers
Of music fall on the sleeper's ear,
When half awaking from fearful slumbers,
He thinks the full quire of heaven is near --

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Ne'er Ask the Hour

© Thomas Moore

Ne'er ask the hour -- what is it to us
How Time deals out his treasures?
The golden moments lent us thus
Are not his coin, but Pleasure's.

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Nay, Tell Me Not, Dear

© Thomas Moore

Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns
One charm of feeling, one fond regret;
Believe me, a few of thy angry frowns
Are all I've sunk in its bright wave yet.

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Nature

© George Herbert

Full of rebellion, I would die,
Or fight, or travel, or deny
That thou has aught to do with me.
O tame my heart;
It is thy highest art
To captivate strong holds to thee.

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Now Art Has Lost Its Mental Charms

© William Blake

`Now Art has lost its mental charms
France shall subdue the world in arms.'
So spoke an Angel at my birth;
Then said `Descend thou upon earth,

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Never Seek to Tell thy Love

© William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

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Night

© William Blake

The sun descending in the west.
The evening star does shine.
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine,

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Nurses Song (Experience)

© William Blake

When the voices of children. are heard on the green
And whisprings are in the dale:
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.

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Nurse's Song (Innocence)

© William Blake

When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still

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News Of The Gold World Of May

© Delmore Schwartz

News of the Gold World of May in Holland Michigan:
"Wooden shoes will clatter again
on freshly scrubbed streets--"

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Nano-Knowledge

© Heather McHugh

What gives? What looks
a stripe a hundred million
miles away from here