“My Stockton if I failed to like,” xxiv. 125
“Noo lyart leaves blaw ower the green,” xxiii. 193
“Nor you, O Penny Whistler, grudge,” xxiv. 20
“Not roses to the rose, I trow,” xxiv. 205
“Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert,” xxiii. 271
“Nous n’irons plus au bois,” rondel, xxiii. 188-9
“Of the many flowers you brought me” (to Miss Rawlinson), xxiv. 227
“Of where or how, I nothing know,” xxiii. 232
“O Henley, in my hours of ease,” xxiii. 222
“O, how my spirit languishes,” xxiv. 299