Poems begining by J
/ page 10 of 30 /Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 04
© Torquato Tasso
XLVI
Three times he strove to view Heaven's golden ray,
Jane
© Robert Graves
As Jane walked out below the hill,
She saw an old man standing still,
His eyes in tranced sorrow bound
On the broad stretch of barren ground.
June Thunder
© Louis MacNeice
The Junes were free and full, driving through tiny
Roads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley,
Through fields of mustard and under boldly embattled
Mays and chestnuts
James And The Shoulder Of Mutton
© Ann Taylor
YOUNG Jem at noon return'd from school,
As hungry as could be,
He cried to Sue, the servant-maid,
"My dinner give to me. "
July
© Hilaire Belloc
And reading how, in that far month, the ranks
Formed on the edge of the desert, armoured all,
I wish to God that I had been with them
When the first Norman leapt upon the wall,
And Godfrey led the foremost of the Franks,
And young Lord Raymond stormed Jerusalem.
Joy
© Edgar Albert Guest
I never knew the joy of getting home,
I never knew how fast a heart could beat;
Joys of Spring
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
The climbing sun again was wakening the world
And laughing at the wreck of frigid winter's trade.
Joseph Warren, M. D.
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
TRAINED in the holy art whose lifted shield
Wards off the darts a never-slumbering foe,
John Mouldy
© Walter de la Mare
I spied John Mouldy in his celler,
Deep down twenty steps of stone;
In the dusk he sat a-smiling
Smiling there all alone.
Jazzonia
© Langston Hughes
In a Harlem cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.
A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Lifts high a dress of silken gold.
Je ne me mets pas en peine
© Victor Marie Hugo
Je ne me mets pas en peine
Du clocher ni du beffroi ;
Je ne sais rien de la reine,
Et je ne sais rien du roi ;
Jacob Homniums Hoss
© William Makepeace Thackeray
One sees in Viteall Yard,
Vere pleacemen do resort,
A wenerable hinstitute,
'Tis call'd the Pallis Court.
A gent as got his i on it,
I think 'twill make some sport.
John Webster: VII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THUNDER: the flesh quails, and the soul bows down.
Night: east, west, south, and northward, very night
Jubilo
© Allen Tate
Tail-spinning from the shelves of sky
See how it dips and tacks and tosses
To cast a beam in the mind's eye:
Who will count the gains and the losses
On the Day of Jubilo?
Jove To Hercules
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
'Twas not my nectar made thy strength divine,
But 'twas thy strength which made my nectar thine!
Jack The Giant Killer
© James Whitcomb Riley
_Bad Boy's Version_.
Tell you a story--an' it's a fac':--
Joy
© Sara Teasdale
I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!
Joys Within Reach
© Edgar Albert Guest
You needn't be rich to be happy,
You needn't be famous to smile;