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The bard who is singing of Wollombi Jim
Is hardly just now in the requisite trim
To sit on his Pegasus fairly;
Besides, he is bluntly informed by the Muse
That Jim is a subject no singer should choose;
For Jim is poetical rarely.

Jack and Joan

© Thomas Campion

Jack and Joan they think no ill,

But loving live, and merry still;

Jag main Akar idhar udhar dekha

© Khwaja Mir Dard

jan se ho gaye badan khali
jis taraf tune ankh bhar k dekha

Joy And Duty

© Henry Van Dyke

Joy is a Duty,so with golden lore

The Hebrew rabbis taught in days of yore,

Jericho; or, The Waters Healed

© John Newton

Though Jericho pleasantly stood,

And looked like a promising soil;

James Simmons R.i.p.

© Barry Tebb

You were the one I wanted most to know

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 04

© Torquato Tasso

XLI

Guelpho next them the land and place possest,

Justice

© Rudyard Kipling

October, 1918
Across a world where all men grieve
And grieving strive the more,
The great days range like tides and leave

Jubal and Tubal Cain

© Rudyard Kipling

Canadian
Jubal sang of the Wrath of God
And the curse of thistle and thorn--
But Tubal got him a pointed rod,

Juana

© Alfred de Musset

Again I see you, ah my queen,
Of all my old loves that have been,
The first love, and the tenderest;
Do you remember or forget -
Ah me, for I remember yet -
How the last summer days were blest?

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 05

© Torquato Tasso

XLVI

"Sir King," quoth she, "my name Clorinda hight,

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 03

© Torquato Tasso

XXXIII

Thus passed she, praised, wished, and wondered at,

Je Suis

© Judith Skillman

Poem by Anne-Marie DeréseJe suis le fer rouge
sur l'èpaule du condamnè,
le gibet et la corde,
la hache et le billot,

July

A ghost is roaming through the building,
And shadows in the attic browse;
Persistently intent on mischief
A goblin roams about the house.

Jack Cornstalk as a Drover

© Henry Lawson

Dry scrub and dusty clearing
The long, hot, drowsy day;
The land line ever nearing
And ever far away.

Jessie

WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast,
And yields the golden keys,
Then is it as if God caress'd
Twin babes upon His knees-
Twin babes that, each to other press'd,
Just feel the Father's arms, wherewith they both are bless'd.