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,

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 06

© Torquato Tasso

LXVI

"True labour in the vineyard of thy Lord,

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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,

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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 !

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John Farrell

© George Essex Evans

The pen falls from his nerveless hand,

 The light is fading from his eyes,

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January, 1795

© Mary Darby Robinson

Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing,
Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ;
Titled gluttons dainties carving,
Genius in a garret starving.

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June

© Amy Levy

Last June I saw your face three times;
Three times I touched your hand;
Now, as before, May month is o'er,
And June is in the land.

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"Je pense à toi"

© Guillaume Apollinaire

Je pense à toi mon Lou ton cœur est ma caserne

Mes sens sont tes chevaux ton souvenir est ma luzerne

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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.

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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-

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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;

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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.

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Joy

© Robinson Jeffers

Though joy is better than sorrow joy is not great;

Peace is great, strength is great.

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Juliet

© Hilaire Belloc

How did the party go in Portman Square?
I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there.

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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;

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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:

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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 I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own.

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Johnson' s Wonder

© Henry Lawson

I’D 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 cat—the 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”.

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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

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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: