here ItOpens - Poems by Poet starting with N
E Nesbit
 The Things That MatterNow that I've nearly done my days
Sir Henry Newbolt
 Master and ManDo ye ken hoo to fush for the salmon?
 He Fell Among Thieves'Ye have robbed,' said he, 'ye have slaughtered and made an end
Alfred Noyes
 Spring, and the Blind ChildrenThey left the primrose glistening in its dew
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