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- “Manuela of La Torre.” by Bret Harte
- “Miles”, and “John Alden” were Synonym— by Emily Dickinson
- “Mors gratum, vita brevis.” by Adam Lindsay Gordon
- “My God! What’s that?” Her staring eyes are big. by Amy Lowell
- “My love to my beloved!” by Sidney Lanier
- “No beer, no work.” by Ellis Parker Butler
- “No love,” quoth he, “but vanity, sets love a task like that.” by James Henry Leigh Hunt
- “No peace be thine,” exclaimed, “away, away!” by William Lisle Bowles
- “No Right! No Wrong! All’s perfect, evermore!” by John Betjeman
- “No Sir! In Thee!” by Emily Dickinson
- “No, my lad, I cannot come.” by A. E. Housman
- “Noel Noel” by E. E. Cummings
- “Nor stop too long in choosing out our tools!” by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “Nor—Max for Adam, if I knew my mind!” by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “Not so,” Death answered, “they shall purchase sleep.” by Edith Wharton
- “Now blast you! bend and pick up daises.” by Robert Service
- “O God! Thy world is glorified.” by Robert Service
- “O Hell !” by Carl Sandburg
- “Oh! such were the days which my infancy knew.” by George Gordon Lord Byron
- “Oh, best little blade of grass,” He said. by Stephen Crane
- “Oh, stop your dodging, Mrs. C.!” by Dorothy Parker
- “Only a private killed.” by Hanford Lennox Gordon
- “Only the worst of them vote.” by Alice Duer Miller
- “Or they could not sit and listen to the nonsense talked by men.” by Alice Duer Miller
- “Our Champion went before and died.” by John Keble
- “Ow Bill! A rottin’ Frenchy. Whew! ‘E ain’t ‘arf prime.” by Robert Service
- “Pass in, Sanitary!” by Bret Harte
- “Play up! play up! and play the game!” by Henry Newbolt
- “Please come to breakfast, Mother dear; Your coffee will be cold I fear.“ by Robert Service
- “Please, dear God, I pity You.“ by Robert Service
- “Poor punk! you’re sunk—you’ll never scrap again.” by Robert Service
- “Praise be they’re not as fierce as leopards!” by Ellis Parker Butler
- “Remember Night!” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- “Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll!” by Edgar Lee Masters
- “Say, that’s swell!” said Happiness. by Robert Service
- “She lives, but all her usefulness is past.” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- “She’ll wush that Loch Lefen wass whuskey,” says Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye.” by Robert Service
- “Since Segwun and red Gheezis wed and reign!” by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “Sir, I have but begun to fight!” by John Charles McNeill
- “Sleep well, my child!” by Eugene Field
- “Sufficient for the day were the day’s evil things!” by Ernest Dowson
- “Sun, speed thy keen shafts thro’ the breast of the air! by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “Sweetheart! you’ll have a happy ending.” by Robert Service
- “Taken from the evil to come.” by Edgar Lee Masters
- “Thank God! the whiskey’s saved.” by Robert Service
- “Thanks.— So fine a time! Good night.” by James Whitcomb Riley
- “That evil loveliness must die!” by C. S. Lewis
- “That is the world where yesternight you died.” by Lloyd Mifflin
- “That scum you sent last night soon died. Hooray!” by Wilfred Owen
- “The Amsterdam Gazette”, and Max was forced to read. by Amy Lowell
- “The ancient, outworn, Puritanic traditions of Right and Wrong.” by Robert Service
- “The day is won!” by Edith Wharton
- “The good Lord Clifford” was the name he bore. by William Wordsworth
- “The green earth waxeth old.” by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “The king is dead! long live the king!” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- “The Master of the Grange.” by Hattie Howard
- “The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.” by Sara Teasdale
- “The same to yourself,” say I. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- “The squarest gunman in the land is Black Moran form Nome.” by Robert Service
- “There are no violets here.” by Stephen Crane
- “There’s light upon it still.” by Nancy Byrd Turner
- “There’s many another lad.” by Dorothy Parker
- “These do I love, and these alone.” by Eugene Field
- “They bore the banner of Freedom on the Gettysburg hills that day.” by Hanford Lennox Gordon
- “They can wait to die.” by Sara Teasdale
- “They had no poet, and they died.” by Don Marquis
- “THIS is the end of every man’s desire!” by Andrew Lang
- “This squire is Loyalty.” by William Cullen Bryant
- “Those, who befriended earth—to heaven are dear!” by William Hayley
- “Thou art worse than a fool, O head!” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- “Thou fool!” God said. by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- “Thou hadst thy task, and laidst it by”, he said. by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- “Thy GOD forgives—thou shalt not die.” by John Keble
- “To earn a living.” by Morris Rosenfeld
- “To Father Dear.” by Robert Service
- “To the arms I love the best.” by Anonymous
- “True Max, lie there, and slumber into death.” by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “We are the Witnesses!” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- “Well, so I came.’ by Robert Frost
- “Wha’s seekin’ ony spunks?” says he. by David Rorie
- “What a fine shroud!” by Dorothy Parker
- “What heart was that?” it cried. by Dorothy Parker
- “What need of a word?” asked she. by Ellis Parker Butler
- “When the same graces in our bosoms thrive.” by Phillis Wheatley
- “Whenever a man makes a fool of himself.” by John Hay
- “Where hast thou stayed so long?” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- “Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- “Who wants to hear your news, you—dreadful fool?” by Robert Frost
- “With me, nor quit my regal roof again.” by Phillis Wheatley
- “Woman, thy vows are trac’d in sand.” by George Gordon Lord Byron
- “Worms!” by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey
- “Would to God I had died with your master, old man!” by Adam Lindsay Gordon
- “You’ll have it—when you’re dead.” by Robert Service
- “Your clan will pay me back one day.” by Dorothy Parker
- … Well, there’s my poet’s path. by Robert Service
- ….chéri….nous sommes by E. E. Cummings
- À l’autre, au sein brûlé d’une antique amazone. by Stéphane Mallarmé
- À prompte irradier ainsi qu’aile l’esprit. by Stéphane Mallarmé
- Épris d’ordre, aux coeurs qu’un voeu chaste accompagne. by Paul Verlaine
- «—Allez-vous bientôt manger votre soupe, s… b… de marchand de nuages?« by Charles Baudelaire
