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 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