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Grant Colfax Tullar (5 August 1869 – 20 May 1950) was an American minister, composer, and hymn writer.. Tullar was born on August 5, 1869, in Bolton, Connecticut.His parents named him after President Ulysses S. Grant and Vice President Schuyler Colfax.
Although it was to become Davies' best-known poem, it was not included in any of the five Georgian Poetry anthologies published by Edward Marsh between 1912 and 1922. Thirty-two of Davies' other poems were. It warns that "the hectic pace of modern life has a detrimental effect on the human spirit."
Longfellow wrote the poem shortly after completing lectures on German writer Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and was heavily inspired by him. He was also inspired to write it by a heartfelt conversation he had with friend and fellow professor at Harvard University Cornelius Conway Felton; the two had spent an evening "talking of matters, which lie near one's soul:–and how to bear one's self ...
What is it about life’s big and little moments that calls for a poem? At weddings. At funerals. On greeting cards. In church. On the radio. At moments of great happiness or deep sadness. At ...
This week’s guest on Poetry in Daily Life is Nile Stanley, PhD, who lives in Jacksonville, Florida. A teacher educator, artist-in-residence, and researcher, for thirty-six years he has been on a ...
More: Poetry from Daily Life: Ted Kooser digs into that feeling of a 'First Snow' For the Man about to Lose His Job at Dillons. The barista turns up his brogue. as I wait at the counter for him.
While taking part in the literary life of the town, he helped found the Paisley Burns Club and became its secretary. His work now began to appear in periodicals such as The Scots Magazine and in 1807 he published a small collection of poems and songs in an edition of 900 copies which sold out in a few weeks. Out on a walk some time later, he ...
Life is fading fast away. But, my darling, you will be, Always young and fair to me, Yes, my darling, you will be Always young and fair to me. Chorus: Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold, Shine upon my brow today; Life is fading fast away. When your hair is silver white, And your cheeks no longer bright, With the roses of ...