J John Quincy Adams

John Quincy Adams

18 şiir · 1767 — · the United States

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John Quincy Adams was an American poet who, by his own admission, would like to have been a better one, as evidenced by the following statement: It is very likely though that his poetry only received the attention that it did because of who this great man was. Between the years 1825 and 1829 John Quincy Adams served as the 6th President of the United States. One could quote, as an example of the above, the epic poem Dermot MacMorrogh or the Conquest of Ireland. It was a worthy piece of work, no doubt, but critics gave it poor reviews and many said that it would have received no attention at all but for the addition of four important words alongside the title, these being “by John Quincy Adams”. He was born on the 11th July 1767 in the Massachusetts town of Braintree, later renamed Quincy. His parents felt that there was no need to send their son to school and he received private tuition instead. He was an avid reader and writer and, at the age of 12, began writing a diary and he would slavishly continue with this task for the rest of his life. It ran to some fifty volumes and is accepted by historians as a definitive account of American life from shortly after Independence up to the mid-19th century. The young Adams was fortunate that he was able to accompany his diplomat father on overseas trips and these European journeys were a source of great education and inspiration to him. His travels took him from France to Scandinavia and Russia and he managed to become fluent in a number of European languages at the same time. In addition, with his father’s help, he studied the classics and by the time he entered Harvard he was well versed in the works of Aristotle, Virgil and others. By the age of 23 he had supplemented his Bachelors’ degree with a Masters and he went on to practice law in Boston. Adams was a keen writer of poetry at this time and his work consisted mostly of religious-themed pieces. It was probably never his ambition to be a serious writer though and, in fact, it was not until after his death that a collection of his verses was published (in 1848) called Poems of Religion and Society. This collection attracted favourable comments like “some of his hymns are among the finest devotional lyrics in our language.” There is a poem from this collection though that is of a less secular nature but sums up the aspirations of most people at that time, and perhaps even today. The Wants of Man was a fine poem which was quoted much later by Ralph Waldo Emerson as one of his favourite poems. Here are the first four verses: John Quincy Adams will best be remembered, of course, as a great American statesman who, with former President John Adams as his father, was probably destined for high office from birth. He was a reforming President who presided over many innovative technical and social advancements in society. Even after leaving office he never let up and worked hard right up to the age of 78 when a stroke left him partially paralysed. Amazingly he recovered and returned to work in Congress. However, on the 21st February 1848 he collapsed during a heated debate, having suffered a massive cerebral haemorrhage. He died two days later, aged 80.

John Quincy Adams şiirleri

Arama yardımı

With Charles the Fifth art thou acquainted, reader? Of Ferdinand and Isabel the grandson, In ages past of Europe's realms file leader, Among the mightiest of all ages, one.…

O God, with goodness all thy own, In mercy cause thy face to shine; So shall thy ways on earth be known, Thy saving health and power divine:…

İngilizce

When life's fair dream has passed away To three score years and ten, Before we turn again to clay The lot of mortal men,…

Hark! 'Tis the holy temple's bell; The voice that summons me to prayer: My heart, each roving fancy quell; Come, to the house of God repair.…

Sing to Jehovah a new song, For deeds of wonder he hath done; His arm in holiness is strong; His hand the victory hath won:…

Sure, to the mansions of the blest When infant innocence ascends, Some angel brighter than the rest The spotless spirit's flight attends.…

İngilizce

Alas! How swift the moments fly! How flash the years along! Scarce here, yet gone already by, The burden of a song.…

One day between the Lip and the Heart A wordless strife arose, Which was expertest in the art His purpose to disclose.…

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Time was, when round the lion's den, A peopled city raised its head; 'Twas not inhabited by men, But by four-footed beasts instead.…

From Virtue's paths, when hapless men depart, The first avenger is the culprit's heart; There sits a judge, from whose severe decree No strength can rescue, and no speed can flee;…

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"MAN wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long." 'Tis not with me exactly so; But 'tis so in the song.…

Sure, to the mansions of the blest When infant innocence ascends, Some angel, brighter than the rest, The spotless spirit's flight attends.…

İngilizce

The man in righteousness arrayed, A pure and blameless liver, Needs not the keen Toledo blade, Nor venom-freighted quiver.…

Thou silent herald of Time's silent flight! Say, could'st thou speak, what warning voice were thine? Shade, who canst only show how others shine! Dark, sullen witness of resplenden…

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