Poems begining by J
/ page 17 of 30 /Jhansi Ki Rani (With English Translation)
© Subhadra Kumari Chauhan
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With valor in a grand festival, she got married in Jhansi,
After her marriage, Laxmibai came to Jhansi as a queen with shower of joy,
A grand celebration took place in the royal palace of Jhansi. That was a good luck for Bandelos that she came to Jhansi,
That was as Chitra met with Arjun or Shiv had got his beloved Bhavani (Durga).
From the mouths of the Bandelas and the Harbolas (Religious singers of Bandelkhand), we heard the tale of the courage of the Queen of Jhansi relating how gallantly she fought like a man against the British intruders: such was the Queen of Jhansi.
January 22nd, Missolonghi
© Lord Byron
On this Day I Complete my Thirty-Sixth Year
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!
Je TIndique Le Fruit
© André Marie de Chénier
Je t'indique le fruit qui m'a rendu malade;
Je te crie en quel lieu, sous la route, est caché
Un abîme, où déjà mes pas ont trébuché.
Jeanes Wedden Day In Mornen
© William Barnes
At last Jeäne come down stairs, a-drest
Wi' weddèn knots upon her breast,
Jealousy
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The myrtle bush grew shady
Down by the ford.
Is it even so? said my lady.
Even so! said my lord.
The leaves are set too thick together
For the point of a sword.
Jacques Cartiers First Visit To Mount Royal
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
He stood on the wood-crowned summit
Of our mountains regal height,
Jean Chouan
© Victor Marie Hugo
The Whites fled, and the Blues fired down the glade.
A hill the plain commanded and surveyed,
And round this hill, of trees and verdure bare,
Wild forests closed th' horizon everywhere.
James Lionel Michael
© Henry Kendall
Latter leaves, in Autumns breath,
White and sere,
Sanctify the scholars death,
Lying here.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 01
© Torquato Tasso
THE ARGUMENT.
Satan his fiends and assembleth all,
Just To Drift
© Roderic Quinn
DRIFTING down the Harbour,
Stars on high,
Lovers of the surface,
You and I,
Jonquil And Fleur-de-lys
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Jonquil was a shepherd lad,
White he was as the curded cream,
Hair like the buttercups he had,
And wet green eyes like a full chalk stream.
John Day: XIII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
DAY was a full-blown flower in heaven, alive
With murmuring joy of bees and birds aswarm,
Jack Cornstalk as a Lover
© Henry Lawson
For he rides hard to dull the pain,
Who rides from him who loves him best;
But he rides slowly home again,
Whose restless heart must rove for rest.
Joy in Heaven
© Henry Clay Work
Sister spirit, listen!
Methinks I hear a song,
Resounding strangely, sadly,
These peaceful plains along.
Jack Of The Tules
© Francis Bret Harte
Shrewdly you question, Senor, and I fancy
You are no novice. Confess that to little
Of my poor gossip of Mission and Pueblo
You are a stranger!