Poems by First Line
- Not with her ruined silver spires - Edith Wharton
- NOT with that breathless haste and startling knock - John Bruce Norton
- Not, like his great compeers, indignantly - William Wordsworth
- Nothing ever happened round here - Will Hatchett
- Nothing no matter - Nicolas Grenier
- Nouveau venu, qui cherches Rome en Rome - Joachim du Bellay
- November with its rosy light - Isaac McLellan
- November's chill blast on the rough beach is howling - Charlotte Turner Smith
- Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs - Dylan Thomas
- NOW couch thyself where, heard with fear afar, - William Wordsworth
- Now D’Entrecasteaux Channel opens fair - John Dunmore Lang
- Now doth not summer’s sunny smile - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
- Now entertain conjecture of a time, - William Shakespeare
- Now first, as I shut the door, - Edward Thomas
- NOW for Mathraval went Prince Madoc forth; - Robert Southey
- Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are! - Thomas Babington Macaulay
- Now had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth - Walt Whitman
- Now in these latest days of May - Isaac McLellan
- Now inhabited by three young kids - Sean Bell
Poems about Places
Poems about Places