Poems begining by J
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Juana
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The night-wind shook the tapestry round an ancient palace-room,
And torches, as it rose and fell, waved thro' the gorgeous gloom,
And o'er a shadowy regal couch threw fitful gleams and red,
Where a woman with long raven hair sat watching by the dead.
Jaspar
© Robert Southey
Jaspar was poor, and want and vice
Had made his heart like stone,
And Jaspar look'd with envious eyes
On riches not his own.
Justice (II)
© George Herbert
O Dreadfull Justice, what a fright and terrour
Wast thou of old,
When sinne and errour
Did show and shape thy looks to me,
And through their glasse discolour thee!
He that did but look up, was proud and bold.
Jomfru Elses Vise
© Jens Baggesen
Hvorfor rinder saa din Taare?
Møe, saa væn, og ung endnu!
Hvorfor blegner du saa saare?
Hvorfor leer og synger du?
J'adore la banlieue avec ses champs en friche
© François Coppée
J'adore la banlieue avec ses champs en friche
Et ses vieux murs lépreux, où quelque ancienne affiche
Me parle de quartiers dès longtemps démolis.
Ô vanité! Le nom du marchand que j'y lis
Joseph Made Known To His Brethren
© John Newton
When Joseph his brethren beheld,
Afflicted and trembling with fear;
John Dunmore Lang
© Henry Kendall
The song that is last of the many
Whose music is full of thy name,
"Jesus Wept"
© William Michael Rossetti
Mary rose up, as one in sleep might rise,
And went to meet her brother's Friend: and they
Janvier
© François Coppée
Songes-tu parfois, bien-aimée,
Assise près du foyer clair,
Lorsque sous la porte fermée
Gémit la bise de l'hiver,
Jimmy Jet And His TV Set
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I'll tell you the story of Jimmy Jet--
And you know what I tell you is true.
He loved to watch his TV set
Almost as much as you.
Jeffries Wyman Died September 4, 1874.
© James Russell Lowell
The wisest man could ask no more of Fate
Than to be simple, modest, manly, true,
Jardin Noir
© Antonin Artaud
Spin the eddies of the sky inside these black petals.
Shadows have covered the earth that bears us.
Open a pathway to the plough amongst your stars.
Enlighten us, escort us with your host,
Silver legions, on the mortal course
Which we strive towards at the core of night.
July
© John Le Gay Brereton
Twas Jack-o-Winter hailed it first,
But now more timid angels sing,
For what dull ear can fail to hear
Afar the fluting of the Spring?
June
© Archibald Lampman
Long, long ago, it seems, this summer morn
That pale-browed April passed with pensive tread
