Julia Ann Moore
Julia Ann Moore Poems
- The Great Chicago Fire The great Chicago Fire, friends, Will...
- Andrew Jackson On the life of Andrew Jackson, Now dear ...
- Spring Time Is Coming Beautiful Spring is coming, Ah, yes, ...
- The Orphan's Friend Come all kind, good people, With ...
- A Departed Friend He is sleeping, sounding sleeping In the ...
- Advice To Little Children Bless those little children That ...
- New Year Farewell to the old year forever, And all its ...
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.... more »
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The Great Chicago Fire
The great Chicago Fire, friends,
Will never be forgot;
In the history of Chicago
It will remain a darken spot.
It was a dreadful horrid sight
To see that City in flames;
But no human aid could save it,
For all skill was tried in vain.
In the year of 1871,
In October on the 8th,
The people in that City, then
Was full of life, and great.
Less than four days it lay in ruins,
That garden City, so great
Lay smouldering in ashes,
In a sad and pitiful state.
It was a sad, sad scene indeed,
To see the fire arise,
And hear the crackling of ...