J Julia A. Moore

Julia A. Moore

59 şiir · 1847 — 1920

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Julia A. Moore, also known as Julia Ann Moore and the was an American poet. However she is better known by the derogatory term of “poetaster” which means that, like the Scottish William McGonagall, she perfected the art of writing “bad poetry”. She was born Julia Ann Davis on the 1st December 1847 on the family farm in the Kent County, Michigan settlement of Plainfield Township. She had to grow up fast when, at the age of ten, she took on her ailing mother’s responsibility for looking after her three siblings. Understandably this impacted on her education but she seemed to have a love of, and a talent for, writing poetry which developed during her teenage years. She was an avid reader of newspapers and periodicals and many of the reported calamities that she read about gave her the inspiration to write a poem, or a song. She was married to a farmer called Frederick Moore at the tender age of seventeen and, apart from bearing him ten children, she made a living running a small shop and somehow found the time to write more poetry. Her first collection of verse came out in 1876 under the title and it sold well enough to warrant a second print run. Her nickname, as indicated above, came about when another publisher got hold of the book and re-published it with the title This led to some kind of national recognition but not many reviews were kind. Literary reviewers mocked her style, albeit in a gentle way, though not always quite so gentle. For example, the reviewer in the was particularly hurtful when he said that: Despite such put-downs, and there were many, the book sold well. Maybe the reading public enjoyed Moore’s poems for their sentimental, old-fashioned style that were described as coming from the so-called school of that had been popular in mid-19th century America. She was not spared from a degree of derision when she took to the stage to both recite and sing her poetry. For example, at an 1877 performance at the Grand Rapids Opera House, she heard some jeering from the audience but assumed they were criticising the musicians and not her. As mentioned above, Moore liked to focus on real events, either recent or historical, and then write a poem or song about it. A good example, or perhaps I should say “bad” due to the fairly rudimentary poetic style, was her account of Here are the opening verses to this poem: She was a great supporter of the Temperance Movement and perhaps this “blue-stocking”, sometimes hectoring attitude turned some people against her. She was mocked by both reviewers and audiences but she took this in good heart and endeavoured to persist with her work. A second collection called was published in 1878 but sold badly. Her husband did not like his wife’s status as a writer and they moved to Manton where she set up a successful retail business and life generally became more settled. Following his death in 1914, Julia published for the second time, this time as a pamphlet. She was not without admirers amongst her fellow writers though, these including men such as Mark Twain and Ogden Nash. Perhaps not intentionally she did manage to secure a place in a group of poets called the Julia A. Moore died on the 5th June 1920 at the age of 72.

Julia A. Moore şiirleri

Arama yardımı

He is sleeping, sounding sleeping In the cold and silent tomb. He is resting, sweetly resting In perfect peace, all alone.…

Bless those little children That love to go to school; Blessed be the children That obey the golden rule.…

İngilizce

On the life of Andrew Jackson, Now dear people I will write, And in sketches, I will tell you His career with great delight.…

Air -- "Gently Down the Stream of Time" Have you heard of the dreadful fate…

İngilizce

Air -- "Belle Mahone" Once there was a lady fair,…

İngilizce

Come all ye friends of Liberty, Who love our good old nation, Let hands and hearts united be, And beat the wide creation.…

In the year eighteen seventy-six, A Fourth of July celebration Was held in Grand Rapids city In honor to our nation.…

We are little children, That go to Sabbath school, To hear of our Redeemer, Likewise the golden rule.…

İngilizce

Hail the coming holiday, With a hearty joyous feast, And drive away sorrow, friends, For a day or two at least;…

On a moonlight evening, in the month of May, A number of young people were playing at croquet, They mingled together, the bashful with the gay, And had a pleasant time and chat, wh…

Dearest one, do you remember, As we sat side by side, How you told me that you loved me, Asked me to be your bride.…

İngilizce

Fourth of July, how sweet it sounds, As every year it rolls around. It brings active joy to boy and man, This glorious day throughout our land.…

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