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- “Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds, by Wallace Stevens
- “Mother, what is a Feminist?” by Alice Duer Miller
- “Murmuring, ‘twixt a murmur and moan, by George MacDonald
- “My dear,” he said, “observe this frightful bill, by Alice Duer Miller
- “My Dearest One, the hid joy of my heart! by Amy Lowell
- “My life is drear; walking I labour sore; by George MacDonald
- “Nature” is what we see— by Emily Dickinson
- “Nay, grieve not that ye can no honour give by John McCrae
- “No kings are coming on their hands and knees, by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- “No, Mary, there was nothing—not a word. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- “No, no! Leave me not in this dark hour,” by John Freeman
- “No,” said old Farmer Downs to me, by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “Now did you mark a falcon, by Christina Rossetti
- “Now do you know of Avalon by Vachel Lindsay
- “Now since mine even is come at last,— by Helen Gray Cone
- “O ‘Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! by Thomas Hardy
- “O Cæsar, we who are about to die by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- “O happy happy land! by Christina Rossetti
- “O Holy mountain of my God, by John Keble
- “O lat me in, my bonny lass! by George MacDonald
- “O lonely workman, standing there by Thomas Hardy
- “O Lord, how canst Thou say Thou lovest me? by Christina Rossetti
- “O soft, small cloud, the dim, sweet dawn adorning, by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! by Sidney Lanier
- “O wha will shoe my fu’ fair foot? by Andrew Lang
- “O where are you going with your love-locks flowing, by Christina Rossetti
- “O World-God, give me Wealth!” the Egyptian cried. by Emma Lazarus
- “Oh brew me a potion strong and good! by Emma Lazarus
- “Oh father, let us hence—for hark, by William Cullen Bryant
- “Oh love is fair, and love is rare;” my dear one she said, by Rupert Brooke
- “Oh murder! What was that, Papa!” by Hilaire Belloc
- “Oh tell me once and tell me twice by Christina Rossetti
- “Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me, by Christina Rossetti
- “Oh! Love,” they said, “is King of Kings, by Rupert Brooke
- “Oh, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves, by Robert Frost
- “Oh, no, my lord, she cannot stay; by Nannie R. Glass
- “Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? by A. E. Housman
- “Oh, sirs, is there some learned lawyer here, by Amy Lowell
- “Oh, then tell me, Shawn O’Farrall, by Anonymous
- “Old things need not be therefore true,” by Arthur Hugh Clough
- “Only the worst of them vote.” by Alice Duer Miller
- “Opinion, let me alone: I am not thine. by Sidney Lanier
- “Oswald von Wolkenstein! by John L. Stoddard
- “Our Nation’s foes lament on Fox’s death, by George Gordon Lord Byron
- “Pass it along, the wiring party’s going out”— by Siegfried Sassoon
- “Peace, good old Isaacs, why should you suppose by Amy Lowell
- “Poet and veteran of childhood, look! by Delmore Schwartz
- “Poor wanderer,” said the leaden sky, by Thomas Hardy
- “Red Sea,” indeed! Talk not to me by Emily Dickinson
- “Refuse, refrain: for this is not the love by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- “Rejoice,” said the Sun; “I will make thee gay by George MacDonald
- “Remember me” implored the Thief! by Emily Dickinson
- “Rise up, rise up now, Lord Douglas,” she says, by Andrew Lang
- “Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone, by Joyce Kilmer
- “Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! by Thomas Gray
- “Secrets” is a daily word by Emily Dickinson
- “See’st thou o’er my shoulders falling, by Emma Lazarus
- “Seldom we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce, by Edgar Allan Poe
- “She can’t be unhappy,” you said, by Sara Teasdale
- “She’s built of steel by James Weldon Johnson
- “Shew us the Father.” Chiming stars of space, by George MacDonald
- “Should one of us remember, by Christina Rossetti
- “Sic transit gloria mundi,” by Emily Dickinson
- “Silent I have stood and borne it, hoping still from year to year by Arthur Weir
- “So . . .” they said, by Amy Lowell
- “So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon by Sidney Lanier
- “So she’s here, your unknown Dulcinea, the lady you met on the train, by Bret Harte
- “So surely is she mine,” you say, and turn by Dorothy Parker
- “Something characteristic,” eh? by Bret Harte
- “Son, thou must love me! See—” my Saviour said, by Paul Verlaine
- “Sow your wild oats in your youth,” so we’re always told; by Robert Service
- “Sown in dishonor”! by Emily Dickinson
- “Speak! speak! thou fearful guest! by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- “Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil! by Bret Harte
- “Speech“—is a prank of Parliament— by Emily Dickinson
- “Spring-germs, spring-germs, by Sidney Lanier
- “Stay, traveller, stay thy weary steed, by George W. Sands
- “Sunshine on de medders, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- “Sweet, thou art pale.” by Christina Rossetti
- “Sweet, thou art young.” by Christina Rossetti
- “Sweetheart, take this,” a soldier said, by Eugene Field
- “Tell Annie I’ll be home in time by Robert Service
- “Tell me what you’re doing over here, John Gorham, by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- “Tell me, O Muse of the Shifty, the Man who wandered afar,” by Andrew Lang
- “Tell me, where do ghosts in love by Vachel Lindsay
- “Terence, this is stupid stuff: by A. E. Housman
- “The abbe rambles.”—”You, marquis, by Paul Verlaine
- “The Ancestor remote of Man,” by Andrew Lang
- “The aristocratic ne’er-do-well in Canada frequently finds his way by Robert Service
- “The heather’s in a blaze, Willie, by Andrew Lang
- “The livelong night we’ve toiled in vain, by John Keble
- “The Michigan commission on industrial relations has discovered,” says by Alice Duer Miller
- “The ropes, the ropes! Apollo send us ropes,” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- “The sky is clouded, the rocks are bare, by Bret Harte
- “The sleep that Tippoo Sahib sleeps by Henry Newbolt
- “The spirits do not like the light,” by Robert Service
- “The storm is in the air,” she said, and held by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “The sun says his prayers,” said the fairy, by Vachel Lindsay
- “The sun will set at day’s decline”; by John L. Stoddard
- “The underground roads by W. H. Auden
