Poems begining by J
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Jim, Who Ran away from his Nurse, and was Eaten by a Lion
© Hilaire Belloc
There was a Boy whose name was Jim;His Friends were very good to him
Jill#2
© Agnew Wendy Jane
Jack and Jillwent up the hillJack was the devilThey both cametumbling down butGod caught Jill andput her up inta heaven
Jenny Out Vrom Hwome
© William Barnes
O wild-reävèn west winds; as you do roar on,
The elems do rock an' the poplars do ply,
An' weäve do dreve weäve in the dark-water'd pon',--
Oh! where do ye rise vrom, an' where do ye die?
James Longstreet
© Anonymous
With muffled drums and the flag that was furled
With the cause that was lost, when the last smoke curled
Judy
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
The waitress with the orange hair keeps motionin' me to hurry up and leave
I gulp my coffee - burn my mouth - grab up my coat and slippin' out
I smear a streak of mustard down my sleeve
And the guy behind the register takes my bread and shakes his head
Johannis Trottii Epitaphium
© Andrew Marvell
Charissimo Filio &c.
Pater & Mater &c.
funebrem tabulam curavimus.
Age Marmor, & pro solita tua hxmanitate,
Jesu
© George Herbert
Jesu is in my heart, his sacred name
Is deeply carved there; but th' other week
John Adams Monarchical Ideas
© Mercy Otis Warren
SIR:- You complain that I have asserted that a partiality for monarchy appeared in your conduct
Jinggang Mountain
© Mao Zedong
Below the hills fly flags and banners,
Above the hilltops sounds bugles and drums.
Jack Roy
© Herman Melville
Kept up by relays of generations young
Never dies at halyards the blithe chorus sung;
Judgement
© George Herbert
Almightie Judge, how shall poore wretches brook
Thy dreadfull look,
Able a heart of iron to appall,
When thou shalt call
For ev'ry man's peculiar book?
Jest 'Fore Christmas
© Eugene Field
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Jungfer Lieschens Knie
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Schautest du denn nie
Jungfer Lieschens Knie?
Jungfer Lieschens Fingerhut
Ist zu allen Dingen gut!
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 04
© Torquato Tasso
XXXI
Thus spake the nymph, yet spake but to the wind,
Jesus Calls Us
© Cecil Frances Alexander
Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult
of our life's wild, restless sea,
day by day his clear voice soundeth,
saying, "Christian, follow me;"
January
© Hilaire Belloc
The undefeated enemy, the chill
That shall benumb the voiceful earth at last,
Is master of our moment, and has bound
The viewless wind it-self. There is no sound.
It freezes. Every friendly stream is fast.
It freezes; and the graven twigs are still.
