The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. Poetry
Chapter 47
Nisus, the guardian of the portal stood (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 151
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_,