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- Naked and brave thou goest by Florence Wilkinson
- Naked I saw thee, by Padraic Pearse
- Name any gentleman you spy, by Christina Rossetti
- Name me no names for my disease, by Witter Bynner
- Name not his deed: in shuddering and in haste by G. K. Chesterton
- Name of my heroine, simply “Rose;” by Bret Harte
- Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire; by Carl Sandburg
- Napoleon shifted, by Carl Sandburg
- Narcissus, I like to watch you grow by Hilda Conkling
- Nasal intonations of light by Lola Ridge
- Nature affects to be sedate by Emily Dickinson
- Nature and God—I neither knew by Emily Dickinson
- Nature assigns the Sun— by Emily Dickinson
- Nature can do no more by Emily Dickinson
- Nature has a thousand choirs by Freeman E. Miller
- Nature rarer uses Yellow by Emily Dickinson
- Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— by Emily Dickinson
- Nature—the Gentlest Mother is, by Emily Dickinson
- Nature’s first green is gold, by Robert Frost
- Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love, by John Donne
- Nature, erewhile so marvelously lovely, is bereft by Hattie Howard
- Nature, rien de toi ne m’émeut, ni les champs by Paul Verlaine
- Nature, that wahed her hands in milk, by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Nature, to him no message dost thou bear by George MacDonald
- Nature, when she made thee, dear, by Ellis Parker Butler
- Naughty little speckled trout, by Amy Lowell
- Nay but you, who do not love her, by Robert Browning
- Nay EDITH! spare the rose!—it lives—it lives, by Robert Southey
- Nay, do not ask me, Sweet, if I have loved before, by Madge Morris Wagner
- Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, by Oscar Wilde
- Nay, lift me to thy lips, Life, and once more by Edith Wharton
- Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, by Oscar Wilde
- Nay, Romney, nay—I will not hear you say by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Near Clapham village, where fields began, by Robert Graves
- Near him she stole, rank after rank; by George MacDonald
- Near Martinpuisch that night of hell by Robert Graves
- Near the house flowed, or paused, the black Canal, by John Freeman
- Near to the silver Trent by Michael Drayton
- Near where I live there is a lake by Amy Lowell
- Near where the shepherds watched by night by John Charles McNeill
- Near Wilton sweet, huge heaps of stones are found, by Sir Philip Sidney
- nearer:breath of my breath:take not they tingling by E. E. Cummings
- Needle, needle, dip and dart, by Dorothy Parker
- Needled its way through sound of bees and river. by Amy Lowell
- Neither spite, fellow citizens, by Edgar Lee Masters
- Neobule, being tired, by Ernest Dowson
- Nestor was sitting over his wine, but the cry of battle did not by Homer
- Never again: by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- Never for Society by Emily Dickinson
- Never give all the heart, for love by William Butler Yeats
- Never love a simple lad, by Dorothy Parker
- Never mind the day we left, or the day the women clung to us; by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Never more will the wind by H. D.
- Never on this side of the grave again, by Christina Rossetti
- Never seek to tell thy love, by William Blake
- Never was there a man much uglier by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, by Thomas Campion
- Nevermore by Don Marquis
- Nevermore singing by Grace Hazard Conkling
- New doth the sun appear, by William Drummond
- New feet within my garden go— by Emily Dickinson
- New love, new love, where are you to lead me? by Dorothy Parker
- New Year met me somewhat sad: by Christina Rossetti
- New-mown hay smell and wind of the plain made her by Carl Sandburg
- News from a foreign country came by Thomas Traherne
- News o’ grief had overteaken by William Barnes
- News of the Gold World of May in Holland Michigan: by Delmore Schwartz
- NEWSTEAD! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! by George Gordon Lord Byron
- Next morning Eunice found her Lord still changed, by Amy Lowell
- Night from a railroad car window by Carl Sandburg
- Night goes hurrying over by Hilda Conkling
- Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Night is over the park, and a few brave stars by Sara Teasdale
- Night is the true democracy. When day by Edward J. Wheeler
- Night on the bloodstained snow: the wind is chill: by James Elroy Flecker
- Night wind sighing through the poplar leaves, by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- Night, and beneath star-blazoned summer skies by Emma Lazarus
- Night, and the heavens beam serene with peace, by Emma Lazarus
- Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Night, with her power to silence day, by George MacDonald
- Nightingales warble about it, by George Edward Woodberry
- Nimbus clouds erasing stars above Lamoni. by Deborah Ager
- Nine of the clock, oh! by Robert Graves
- Ninon, Ninon, what life canst thou be leading? by John L. Stoddard
- Nisida and Prosida are laughing in the light, by Sara Teasdale
- Nisus, the guardian of the portal, stood, by George Gordon Lord Byron
- No Autumn’s intercepting Chill by Emily Dickinson
- No bird can sing in tune but that the Lord by George MacDonald
- No Bobolink—reverse His Singing by Emily Dickinson
- No Brigadier throughout the Year by Emily Dickinson
- No cloud, no relique of the sunken day by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- No coward soul is mine, by Emily Brontë
- No Crowd that has occurred by Emily Dickinson
- No doubt the ordered worlds speed on by Don Marquis
- No doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strain by Siegfried Sassoon
- No doubt this active will, by Gladys Cromwell
- No doubt to-morrow I will hide by Vachel Lindsay
- No eye beheld when William plunged by Robert Southey
- No foreign tribute from a stranger-hand, by John Freeman
- No gardener need go far to find by Dollie Radford
