First lines
- “My life is drear; walking I labour sore; George MacDonald Blind Sorrow
- My life’s blossom might have bloomed on all sides Edgar Lee Masters Serepta Mason
- My Lily snatches not my gift; George MacDonald The Thank-Offering
- My limbs are wasted with a flame, Oscar Wilde La Bella Donna della mia Mente
- My little boy, with smooth, fair cheeks, George MacDonald The Shadows
- My little dog, who blessed you George MacDonald Dr. Doddridge’s Dog
- My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Robert Frost After Apple-Picking
- My love is as a fever, longing still William Shakespeare CXLVII
- My love is in a light attire James Joyce My Love Is in a Light Attire
- My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming; William Shakespeare CII
- My love was warm; for that I crossed Robert Louis Stevenson My Love Was Warm
- My love, and not I, is the egoist. Fernando Pessoa XVII
- My Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Robert Louis Stevenson De Hortis Julii Martialis
- My mind was a mirror: Edgar Lee Masters Ernest Hyde
- My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; William Shakespeare CXXX
- My mother was for woman’s rights Edgar Lee Masters Oaks Tutt
- My Mother! With the angels now, Mary Weston Fordham Mrs. Louise B. Weston
- My mother’s kiss, my mother’s kiss, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper My Mother’s Kiss
- My name engraved herein John Donne A Valediction of My Name, in the Window
- My name used to be in the papers daily Edgar Lee Masters Hortence Robbins
- My old man’s a white old man Langston Hughes Cross
- My oldest friend, mine from the hour John Henry Newman Guardian Angel
- My own Beloved, who hast lifted me Elizabeth Barrett Browning XXVII
- My Pal Rockefeller told me Ring Lardner John D. Black
- My parents thought that I would be Edgar Lee Masters Walter Simmons
- My people come to me and make their moan: Ambrose Bierce Saith the Czar
- My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes Elizabeth Barrett Browning XVII
- My science-friend, my noblest woman-friend, Walt Whitman “Going Somewhere”
- My shoes as I lean William Carlos Williams The Nightingales
- My smile is bright, my glance is free, John Henry Newman The Scars of Sin
- My son, I wish that it were half Ring Lardner An Appreciative Audience
- My song shall bless the Lord of all, William Cowper Jehovah-Jesus
- My soul and I, upon the peak Ameen Rihani Upon the Peak of Sanneen
- My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man, Fernando Pessoa XXII
- My soul is beset John Newton Encouragement
- My soul is sad and much dismay’d; William Cowper The Valley of the Shadow of Death
- My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, Wilfred Owen The Show
- My soul once had its plenteous years, John Newton Plenty in the Time of Dearth
- My soul, this curious house of clay, John Newton Hope Beyond the Grave
- My spirit is too weak—mortality John Keats On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
- My spirit to yours dear brother, Walt Whitman To Him That Was Crucified
- My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; Robert Louis Stevenson The Lamplighter
- My thanks, friends of the County Scientific Association, Edgar Lee Masters Perry Zoll
- My to-morrow is but a flitting George MacDonald To-Morrow
- My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, William Shakespeare LXXXV
- My townspeople, beyond in the great world, William Carlos Williams Gulls
- My valiant fight! For I call it valiant, Edgar Lee Masters Jefferson Howard
- My weary life, that lives unsatisfied Fernando Pessoa XXIX
- My wife and I, in one romantic cot, Robert Louis Stevenson My Wife and I, in One Romantic Cot
- My wife contrived a fleecy thing George MacDonald An Old Sermon with a New Text
- My wife lost her health, Edgar Lee Masters Willard Fluke
- My wife’s new pink slippers William Carlos Williams The Thinker
- My! how my fame rings out in ever zone— Ambrose Bierce The Discoverers
- Myself and mine gymnastic ever, Walt Whitman Myself and Mine
- “Myself!” It means that you don’t care Ring Lardner Declaration of Independence
- Nada me expira já, nada me vive— Mário de Sá-Carneiro ALEM-TEDIO
- Natcha, offering love. Langston Hughes Natcha
- Nathaniel, Julian, Hildegardy! Ambrose Bierce Back to Nature
- Nations ten thousand years before these States, and many times ten thousand years before these States, Walt Whitman Unnamed Lands
- Native moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now, Walt Whitman Native Moments
- Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, John Keats Translation from a Sonnet of Ronsard
- Nature’s first green is gold, Robert Frost Nothing Gold Can Stay
- Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love, John Donne Nature’s Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee to Love
- Naught is more sweet than gently to let dream David Park Barnitz Opium
- Naught moves but clouds, and in the glassy lake Edward Thomas July
- Nay, but I fancy somehow, year by year Robert Louis Stevenson Nay, but I Fancy Somehow, Year by Year
- Nay, do not blush! I only heard Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Advice to the Girls
- Nay, I cannot let thee go John Newton My Name Is Jacob
- Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, Oscar Wilde Panthea
- Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, Oscar Wilde Sonnet on hearing the Dies Iræ sung in the Sistine Chapel
- Nay, Peter Robertson, ’tis not for you Ambrose Bierce A Crocodile
- Neither spite, fellow citizens, Edgar Lee Masters John Cabanis
- Never tell me that not one star of all Robert Frost A Star in a Stone-Boat
- Newman, in you two parasites combine: Ambrose Bierce To a Professional Eulogist
- Next to selling large orders of meats, Ring Lardner John Irwin
- Night and a starless sky, Mary Weston Fordham Shipwreck
- Night closed o’er the battling army, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Sin of Achan
- Night on the prairies, Walt Whitman Night on the Prairies
- Night, with her power to silence day, George MacDonald My Heart
- Nightly I put up this humble petition: Ambrose Bierce A Rendezvous
- No form of human framing, Henry van Dyke Jr. One in Christ
- No greater earthly boon than this I crave, James Weldon Johnson The Reward
- No labor-saving machine, Walt Whitman No Labor-Saving Machine
- No longer mourn for me when I am dead William Shakespeare LXXI
- No lover saith, I love, nor any other John Donne The Paradox
- No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: William Shakespeare XXXV
- No more of talk where God or Angel-guest John Milton Book IX
- No more the flow’ry scenes of pleasure rife, Phillis Wheatley On the Death of J. C. An Infant
- No more the swindler singly seeks his prey: Ambrose Bierce Cooperation
- “No one cares less than I, Edward Thomas No One Cares Less Than I
- No other man, unless it was Doc Hill, Edgar Lee Masters Doctor Meyers
- No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace John Donne The Autumnal
- No strength of nature can suffice William Cowper Love Constraining to Obedience
- No words can declare, John Newton Expostulation
- No, never quite alone am I. Georgia Douglas Johnson Companion
- No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist John Keats Ode on Melancholy
- No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: William Shakespeare CXXIII
- No! those days are gone away, John Keats Robin Hood
- Nobody but an imbecile Robert Williams Wood Cross Bill; Sweet William
- Nobody cares when I am glad, Georgia Douglas Johnson Repulse
Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.