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Nobody knows the world but me. George MacDonald Professor Noctutus
Noon! and in the garden bower C. S. Lewis Noon
Nor judge me light, though light at times I seem, Robert Louis Stevenson Sonnets
Nor shall I in sorrow repine, Georgia Douglas Johnson Concord
Not “a youth with hoary head and haggard eye,” Edgar Lee Masters Ami Green
Not Aladdin magian John Keats At Fingal’s Cave
Not all in sorrow and in tears, Ambrose Bierce The Unfallen Brave
Not alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, Walt Whitman Camps of Green
Not as two errant spheres together grind Ambrose Bierce To Maude
“Not by the justice that my father spurn’d, Matthew Arnold Mycerinus
Not character, not fortitude, not patience Edgar Lee Masters Amos Sibley
Not for them the length’ning shadows Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Youth in Heaven
Not for your tender eyes that shine, Georgia Douglas Johnson Pages from Life
Not from successful love alone, Walt Whitman Halcyon Days
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; William Shakespeare XIV
Not heat flames up and consumes, Walt Whitman Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes
Not heaving from my ribb’d breast only, Walt Whitman Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only
Not in sunk Spain’s prolong’d death agony; Matthew Arnold Sonnet to the Hungarian Nation
Not in that wasted garden Edgar Lee Masters Conrad Siever
Not less than this, beloved, Georgia Douglas Johnson Ecstasy
Not long ago, the writer of these lines, Edgar Allan Poe To Marie Louise
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments William Shakespeare LV
Not meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and bare, like eagles’ talons,) Walt Whitman Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul William Shakespeare CVII
Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes Oscar Wilde Sonnet to Liberty
Not that in colour it was like thy hair, John Donne The Bracelet
Not the end: but there’s nothing more. Edward Thomas Home
Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back and many times baffled; Walt Whitman Not the Pilot
Not thine where marble-still and white Robert Louis Stevenson To Sydney
Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable masses (even to expose them,) Walt Whitman L. of G.’s Purport
Not to Sinai’s dreadful blaze, John Newton 94
Not to the swift, the race: Henry van Dyke Jr. Reliance
Not wholly this or that, Georgia Douglas Johnson Cosmopolite
Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert, Robert Louis Stevenson Not Yet, My Soul, These Friendly Fields Desert
Not youth pertains to me, Walt Whitman Not Youth Pertains to Me
Not, where the stairway turns in the dark, Edgar Lee Masters Jennie M’Grew
Nothing could make me sooner to confess John Donne Of the Progress of the Soul
Nothing in life is alien to you: Edgar Lee Masters Ida Frickey
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, Walt Whitman Continuities
Nothing so difficult as a beginning Lord Byron Canto IV
Nothing to say to all those marriages! Robert Frost Place for a Third
Noting some great man’s composition vile: Ambrose Bierce Stanley
Noting the hangman’s frown and the law’s righteous rage, Ambrose Bierce The Long Fear
November’s days are thirty: Edward Thomas November
Now a sad tale we hiive to tell: James McIntyre Murder of a Young Englishman
Now again the world is shaken, Henry van Dyke Jr. Foundations
Now all the truth is out, W. B. Yeats To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing
Now Antoninus, in a smiling age, Robert Louis Stevenson De M. Antonio
Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye, W. B. Yeats The Magi
Now at the last, Zulaikha, all my sorrows olden David Park Barnitz Song of India
Now bare to the beholder’s eye Robert Louis Stevenson Now Bare to the Beholder’s Eye
Now finalè to the shore, Walt Whitman Now Finalè to the Shore
Now first, as I shut the door, Edward Thomas The New House
Now I am come to the nadir at last, to the absolute sorrow, David Park Barnitz Envoi
Now I know that Spring will come again, Edward Thomas March
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Henry van Dyke Jr. Spring in the South
Now in the sky Robert Louis Stevenson Ad Magistrum Ludi
Now is the Autumn of the Tree of Life; John Henry Newman Progress of Unbelief
Now let the hero of our song, James McIntyre Survival of the Fittest
Now let us join with hearts and tongues, John Newton Man Honoured Above Angels
Now list to my morning’s romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer, Walt Whitman Song of the Answerer
Now Lonergan appears upon the boards, Ambrose Bierce An Interpretation
Now long enough has day endured, Robert Louis Stevenson The Tramps
Now lookahere, gal, Langston Hughes Argument
Now may fervent prayer arise, John Newton Another
Now may He who from the dead John Newton Hebrews 13:20, 22
Now may the Lord reveal his face, John Newton Reigning Grace
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime John Milton Book V
Now Morning from her orient chamber came, John Keats Imitation of Spenser
Now must I these three praise⁠— W. B. Yeats Friends
Now precedent songs, farewell⁠—by every name farewell, Walt Whitman Now Precedent Songs, Farewell
Now that I have cooled to you William Carlos Williams Postlude
Now that the day-light dies away, John Henry Newman Compline
Now that the day-star glimmers bright, John Henry Newman Prime
Now that the earth thy buried corpse doth hold, David Park Barnitz Sonnet of Burial
Now that we’re almost settled in our house W. B. Yeats In Memory of Major Robert Gregory
Now the grey mist comes creeping up C. S. Lewis Irish Nocturne
Now the youth in fertile Moray James McIntyre Gordon Cumming⁠—The Lion Hunter
Now thou hast loved me one whole day, John Donne Woman’s Constancy
Now to our friends who proved so true, James McIntyre Final Address to Our Patrons
Now twenty years these children of the skies Joel Barlow Book III
Now when the number of my years Robert Louis Stevenson Now When the Number of My Years
Now, Georgia Douglas Johnson Return
Now, Langston Hughes After Many Springs
Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, John Newton Prayer for a Blessing
Now, Lord, inspire the preacher’s heart, John Newton 90
Now, O now, in this brown land James Joyce Now, O Now, in This Brown Land
Now? Why⁠— William Carlos Williams Virtue
Numa ansia de ter alguma cousa, Mário de Sá-Carneiro ESCAVAÇÃO
Numa incerta melodia Mário de Sá-Carneiro INTER-SONHO
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance, John Keats To G. A. W.
O a new song, a free song, Walt Whitman Song of the Banner at Daybreak
O Abner Doble⁠—whose “catarrhal name” Ambrose Bierce For Mayor
O aged Saint! far off I heard John Henry Newman The Saint and the Hero
O bear me, gods, to some enchanted isle Ambrose Bierce For Wounds
O beautiful star with the crimson mouth! Oscar Wilde Under the Balcony
O black and unknown bards of long ago, James Weldon Johnson O Black and Unknown Bards
O blush not so! O blush not so! John Keats Sharing Eve’s Apple
O brothers mine, take care! Take care! James Weldon Johnson The White Witch
O brothers mine, today we stand James Weldon Johnson Fifty Years

Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.