Julia Ann Moore
Julia Ann Moore Poems
- A Departed Friend He is sleeping, sounding sleeping In the ...
- Dear Love, Do You Remember? Dearest one, do you remember, As...
- Andrew Jackson On the life of Andrew Jackson, Now dear ...
- Christmas Hail the coming holiday, With a hearty joyous ...
- Advice To Little Children Bless those little children That ...
- Fourth Of July Fourth of July, how sweet it sounds, As ...
- Gently On The Stream Of Time Gently on the stream of ...
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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A Departed Friend
He is sleeping, sounding sleeping
In the cold and silent tomb.
He is resting, sweetly resting
In perfect peace, all alone.
He has left us, God bereft us,
And his will must e'er be done,
It will grieve us, and bereave us
To think of this noble son.
While on earth he done his duty,
To all his fellow men,
Some will miss him in his of office,
Where he often used the pen.
He was witty, always happy,
Kind and genial in his way;
He was generous in his actions,
And his honor could display.
He has held many an office,
And has done his ...