No breath of air to break the wave (Giaour), iii. 85
No specious splendour of this stone (Hours of Idleness), i. 66
Nose and Chin that make a knocker (Poems 1816-1823), iv. 538
Not in those climes where I have late been staying (Childe Harold, Canto I.: To Ianthe), ii. 11
Nothing so difficult as a beginning (Don Juan, Canto IV.), vi. 183
O Love! O Glory! what are ye who fly? (Don Juan, Canto VII.), vi. 302
O Thou! who rollest in yon azure field (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), [vii. 2]
O thou yclep'd by vulgar sons of Men (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), [vii. 7]
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea (Corsair, Canto I.), iii. 227
Of all the barbarous middle ages, that (Don Juan, Canto XII.), vi. 455