Julia Ann Moore
Biography of Julia Ann Moore
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".
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Julia Ann Moore Poems
A Departed Friend
He is sleeping, sounding sleeping In the cold and silent tomb. He is resting, sweetly resting In perfect peace, all alone.
Dear Love, Do You Remember?
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.
On the life of Andrew Jackson, Now dear people I will write, And in sketches, I will tell you His career with great delight.
Hail the coming holiday, With a hearty joyous feast, And drive away sorrow, friends, For a day or two at least;
Advice To Little Children
Bless those little children That love to go to school; Blessed be the children That obey the golden rule.
Fourth Of July
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.
Gently On The Stream Of Time
Gently on the stream of time, We are floating day by day, In life's native boats sublime We soon anchor in the bay.
Air -- "Gently Down the Stream of Time" Have you heard of the dreadful fate
We are little children, That go to Sabbath school, To hear of our Redeemer, Likewise the golden rule.
Early Days Of Rockford
Air -- "Lucy Long" My friends, I pray you listen,
Grand Rapids Cricket Club
In Grand Rapids is a handsome club, Of men that cricket play, As fine a set of skillful men That can their skill display.
In the year eighteen seventy-six, A Fourth of July celebration Was held in Grand Rapids city In honor to our nation.
Air -- "Three Grains of Corn" Once was a boy, age fifteen years,
Be Kind To The Little Ones
Air -- "He Folds Them on His Bosom'' Be kind to all little ones, All fathers, mothers dear,
Air -- "Drummer Boy of Waterloo"
Young Henry was as faithful boy
As ever stood on the American soil,
And he did enlist, without a doubt,
When the rebellion was broke out.
He was his parents' only son,