Poems begining by J
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James Russell Lowell
© John Greenleaf Whittier
From purest wells of English undefiled
None deeper drank than he, the New World's child,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 06
© Torquato Tasso
LXVI
"True labour in the vineyard of thy Lord,
Just Once
© Anne Sexton
Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,
Johnnie Courteau
© William Henry Drummond
Johnnie Courteau of de mountain
Johnnie Courteau of de hill
Dat was de boy can shoot de gun
Dat was de boy can jomp an' run
An'it's not very often you ketch heem still
Johnnie Courteau !
John Farrell
© George Essex Evans
The pen falls from his nerveless hand,
The light is fading from his eyes,
January, 1795
© Mary Darby Robinson
Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing,
Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ;
Titled gluttons dainties carving,
Genius in a garret starving.
"Je pense à toi"
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Je pense à toi mon Lou ton cur est ma caserne
Mes sens sont tes chevaux ton souvenir est ma luzerne
Joy and Pleasure
© William Henry Davies
Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.
Jigsaw Puzzles and You
© Anastasia Clark
There were long hyphens in our day-
When no one spoke; no one exhaledAs we contemplated the broken puzzles-
The broken tiles all over the floorSome might have called us mad-
Insane- in this ceramic nightmareOf yoga knees and bloody feet-
Jessie
© Eugene Field
When I remark her golden hair
Swoon on her glorious shoulders,
I marvel not that sight so rare
Doth ravish all beholders;
Japanese lullaby
© Eugene Field
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,--
Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes;
Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging--
Swinging the nest where her little one lies.
Joy
© Robinson Jeffers
Though joy is better than sorrow joy is not great;
Peace is great, strength is great.
Juliet
© Hilaire Belloc
How did the party go in Portman Square?
I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there.
June Dreams, In January
© Sidney Lanier
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon
That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,
In languid palpitation, half a-swoon
With ardors and sun-loves and subtle thrills;
Jones's Porvate Argyment
© Sidney Lanier
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,
He had this pint about him:
He'd swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
That farmers MUST stop gittin' loans,
And git along without 'em:
Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken
© Henry Francis Lyte
Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition, all Ive sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own.
Johnson' s Wonder
© Henry Lawson
ID been right round by overlands to see the world and life,
And on the boat at Plymouth I met Johnson and his wife;
He was a man who knew the world and wore the know-all smile
His wife a silly pussy catthe soft, obedient style.
His constant source of comfort was his life was all serene,
His ceaseless source of wonder was that men could be so green.
Jacob Goodpasture
© Edgar Lee Masters
When Fort Sumter fell and the war came
I cried out in bitterness of soul:
"O glorious republic now no more!"
When they buried my soldier son
James Garber
© Edgar Lee Masters
Do you remember, passer-by, the path
I wore across the lot where now stands the opera house,
Hasting with swift feet to work through many years?
Take its meaning to heart:
