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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Nun and Harp	Harriet Prescott Spofford		English	What memory fired her pallid face, What passion stirred her blood, What tide of sorrow and desire Poured its forgotten flood Upon a heart that ceased to beat, Long since, with thought that life was sweet, When nights were rich with vernal dusk...
The Nymph of the Severn	John Milton	1628	English	From “Comus” SPIRIT.—There is a gentle nymph not far from hence That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream. Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She,...
The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd	Sir Walter Raleigh	1572	Love	If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; ...
The Nymph’s Reply	Sir Walter Raleigh	1572	English	If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd’s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel...
The Oasis of Sidi Khaled	Wilfred Scawen Blunt	1860	English	How the earth burns! Each pebble under foot Is as a living thing with power to wound. The white sand quivers, and the footfall mute Of the slow camels strikes but gives no sound, As though they walked on flame, not solid ground! ’T is noon, and the beasts...
The Odyssey (Butler)			English
The Odyssey of Homer (Cowper)
The Old Arm-Chair	Eliza Cook	1838	English	I Love it, I love it! and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? I ’ve treasured it long as a sainted prize, I ’ve bedewed it with tears, I ’ve embalmed it with sighs. ’T is bound by a thousand bands to my heart; Not a tie will break,...
The Old Astronomer				Reach me down my Tycho Brahé,—I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet; He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how We are working to completion, working on from then till now....
The Old Bridge at Florence	Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	1827	English	Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old, Five centuries old. I plant my foot of stone Upon the Arno, as Saint Michael’s own Was planted on the dragon. Fold by fold Beneath me as it struggles, I behold Its glistening scales. Twice hath it overthrown...
The Old Familiar Faces	Charles Lamb	1795	English	I Have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies; All, all are gone...
The Old Maid	George Barlow		English	She gave her life to love. She never knew What other women give their all to gain. Others were fickle. She was passing true. She gave pure love, and faith without a stain. She never married. Suitors came and went: The dark eyes flashed their love...
The Old Man and Jim	James Whitcomb Riley	1869	English	Old man never had much to say— ’Ceptin’ to Jim,— And Jim was the wildest boy he had, And the old man jes’ wrapped up in him! Never heerd him speak but once Er twice in my life,—and first time was When the army broke out, and Jim he went,...
The Old Man and Jim	James Whitcomb Riley	1869	English	Old man never had much to say— ’Ceptin’ to Jim,— And Jim was the wildest boy he had, And the old man jes’ wrapped up in him! Never heerd him speak but once Er twice in my life,—and first time was When the army broke out, and Jim he went,...
The Old Man Dreams	Oliver Wendell Holmes		English	O For one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I ’d rather laugh a bright-haired boy Than reign a gray-beard king! Off with the spoils of wrinkled age! Away with learning’s crown! Tear out life’s wisdom-written page,...
The Old Man's Angelus				An old man sits by the cottage door; The winds are hushed on the...
The Old Man's Carousal	James Kirke Paulding		English	Drink! drink! to whom shall we drink? To a friend or a mistress? Come, let me think! To those who are absent, or those who are here? To the dead that we loved, or the living still dear? Alas! when I look, I find none of the last! The present is barren,—let...
The Old Oaken Bucket	Samuel Woodworth		English	How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew; The wide-spreading pond and the mill which stood by it,...
The Old Road	Jones Very		English	The road is left that once was trod By man and heavy-laden beast; And new ways opened, iron-shod, That bind the land from west to east. I asked of Him who all things knows Why none who lived now passed that way: Where rose the dust the grass now...
The Old Sergeant	Forceythe Willson		English	“come a little nearer, Doctor,—thank you,—let me take the cup: Draw your chair up,—draw it closer,—just another little sup! May be you may think I ’m better; but I ’m pretty well used up:— Doctor, you’ve done all you could do, but I ’m just a going up! “Feel...