He is sleeping, sounding sleeping In the cold and silent tomb. He is resting, sweetly resting In perfect peace, all alone.…
Julia Ann Moore, the "Sweet Singer of Michigan", born Julia Ann Davis in Plainfield Township, Kent County, Michigan (December 1, 1847–June 5, 1920], was an American poet, or more precisely, poetaster. Some comparison to William McGonagall is worth making. Unlike McGonagall, Moore commanded a fairly wide variety of meters and forms, albeit like Emily Dickinson the majority of her verse is in the ballad meter. Like McGonagall, she held a maidenly bluestocking's allegiance to the Temperance movement, and frequently indited odes to the joys of sobriety. Most importantly, like McGonagall, she was drawn to themes of accident, disaster, and sudden death; as has been said of A. E. Housman's A Shropshire Lad, in her pages you can count the dead and wounded. Edgar Wilson Nye called her "worse than a Gatling gun". Her chief claim to contemporary note, however, is that she inspired Mark Twain to create the character of Emmeline Grangerford in Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Grangerford's funereal ode to Stephen Dowling Botts. Moore was also the inspiration for comic poet Ogden Nash, as he acknowledged in his first book, and whose daughter reported that her work convinced Nash to become a "great bad poet" instead of a "bad good poet".)
Julia Ann Moore şiirleri
Bless those little children That love to go to school; Blessed be the children That obey the golden rule.…
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…
To Original Music The people in this nation,…
Air -- "He Folds Them on His Bosom'' Be kind to all little ones, All fathers, mothers dear,…
Air -- "Belle Mahone" Once there was a lady fair,…
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.…
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.…
Air -- "Lucy Long" My friends, I pray you listen,…
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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