Who is John L. Stoddard

John Lawson Stoddard (April 24, 1850 – June 5, 1931) was an American writer, hymn writer and lecturer who gained popularity through his travelogues.

Biography Stoddard was born in Brookline, Massachusetts, in 1850. In 1871 he graduated from Williams College. At Williams he was a member of the fraternity Delta Psi (aka St. Anthony Hall). Later he studied two years of theology at Yale Divinity School. After that he taught Latin and French at Boston Latin School. He was proud of his descent from Solomon Stoddard.

He began traveling around the world in 1874 and published Red-Letter Days Abroad in 1884. He turned his experiences into a series of popular lectures delivered throughout North America. These lectures were periodically published in book fo...
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John L. Stoddard Poems

  • Youth And Age
    “I will gain a fortune,” the young man cried;
    “For Gold by the world is deified;
    Hence, whether the means be foul or fair,
    I will make myself a millionaire,...
  • Weariness
    Snowy sails, silvery sails,
    Gleaming in the sun,
    Leaving scores of jewelled trails
    In the course you run,...
  • Wakefulness
    Drifting, idly drifting, where thought's varied streams
    Meet at last and mingle in the realm of dreams,
    Gladly would I join them in oblivion's deep!
    Sleep, so dear to me,...
  • Villa Pliniana
    It stands where darkly wooded cliffs
    Slope swiftly to the deep,
    And silvery streams from ledge to ledge
    In foaming splendor leap,-...
  • Undine
    Spirit of Como, whose rhythmical call
    Murmurs caressingly under my wall,
    Why are thy feet, though the hour be late,
    Mounting the moon-silvered steps of my gate?...
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Top 10 most used topics by John L. Stoddard

Life 79 Sweet 57 World 55 Sun 53 Light 53 Heart 50 Night 48 Love 46 Sea 46 I Love You 46


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  • Fortpointer: the sunset embers smolder low, the moon climbs o’er the hill, the peaks have caught the alpenglow, the robin’s song is still. –john l. stoddard (1850–1931) wolf moon tonight.
  • Thirasamvaro: the sunset embers smolder low, the moon climbs o’er the hill, the peaks have caught the alpenglow, the robin’s song is still. –john l. stoddard (1850–1931)
  • Cheese_pakora: hello to january wolf moon "the sunset embers smolder low, the moon climbs o’er the hill, the peaks have caught the alpenglow, the robin’s song is still. –john l. stoddard (1850–1931)"
  • Salemsbhs: the sunset embers smolder low, the moon climbs o’er the hill, the peaks have caught the alpenglow, the robin’s song is still - john l. stoddard (1850-1931)
  • Rymourbooks: are you a wolf? look out for january's full wolf moon on january 28 2021. the sunset embers smolder low, the moon climbs o’er the hill, the peaks have caught the alpenglow, the robin’s song is still. –john l. stoddard (1850–1931)
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Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well
Not to rest near his pillow below;
To the last moment true, from his hand ere it fell,
Its point was still turn'd to a flying foe.
Fellow-labourers in life, let them slumber in death,
Side by side, as becomes the reposing brave --
That sword which he loved still unbroke in its sheath,
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