My silks and fine array, 485
My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on, 277
My soul, there is a country, 363
My thoughts hold mortal strife, 230
My true love hath my heart, and I have his, 88
Nay but you, who do not love her, 721
Near to the silver Trent, 118
Never seek to tell thy love, 492
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, 176
New doth the sun appear, 231
News from a foreign country came, 406
No coward soul is mine, 738
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist, 628
No thyng ys to man so dere, 8
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away, 730
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 603
Not, Celia, that I juster am, 410
'Not ours,' say some, 'the thought of death to dread, 854
Not unto us, O Lord, 876
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white, 705
Now the lusty spring is seen, 212
Now the North wind ceases, 774
Now winter nights enlarge, 174
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, 533
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, 543
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, 743
O Christ of God! whose life and death, 690
O come, soft rest of cares! come, Night!, 107
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes, 789
O fly, my Soul! What hangs upon, 287
O fly not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure, 816
O for some honest lover's ghost, 325
O for the mighty wakening that aroused, 676
O friend! I know not which way I must look, 523
O goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung, 626
O happy dames! that may embrace, 40
O happy Tithon! if thou know'st thy hap, 221
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, 150
O, I hae come from far away, 731
O joy of creation, 813
O lusty May, with Flora queen!, 51
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