John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

(1796-1828 / the United States)

John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Poems

1. On The Birthday Of Washington 9/18/2010
2. On The Death Of Adams And Jefferson 9/18/2010
3. On The Death Of Alexander, Emperor Of The Russias, At Taganrok 9/18/2010
4. On The Death Of Commodore Oliver H. Perry. 9/18/2010
5. On The Death Of Mr. Woodward, At Edinburgh. 9/18/2010
6. On The Death Of Rev. Levi Parsons. 9/18/2010
7. On The Loss Of A Pious Friend 9/18/2010
8. On The Project Of African Colonization. 9/18/2010
9. One That’s On The Sea 9/18/2010
10. Presidential Cotillion 9/18/2010
11. Qui Stanstulit Sustinet 9/18/2010
12. Revery 9/18/2010
13. Salmon River. 9/18/2010
14. Scire Facias 9/18/2010
15. Sketch Of An Occurrence On Board A Brig 9/18/2010
16. Snow In April 9/18/2010
17. Song - If I Could Love 9/18/2010
18. Sonnet To The Sea-Serpent. 9/18/2010
19. Sonnet. To---- 9/18/2010
20. Sonnet. To A Lady On The Death Of Mrs. ----- --- 9/18/2010
21. Sonnet. To A Lady On The Death Of Mrs. ----- --- 9/18/2010
22. Spring 9/18/2010
23. Stanzas 9/18/2010
24. Stanzas #2 9/18/2010
25. Stanzas #3 9/18/2010
26. Stifled With Sweets 9/18/2010
27. The Alligator. 9/18/2010
28. A Rainy Day 9/18/2010
29. An Evening Cloud 9/18/2010
30. Epithalamium 9/18/2010
31. Extracts From New-Year's Verses For 1825 9/18/2010
32. Extracts From Verses Written For The New-Year,1823 9/18/2010
33. For The Anniversary Of The Hartford County Agricultural Society. 1826 9/18/2010
34. Introduction To A Ladies Album 9/18/2010
35. Isaiah, Chapter Xxxv 9/18/2010
36. Jack Frost And The Caty-Did 9/18/2010
37. Jerusalem 9/18/2010
38. Leather Stocking 9/18/2010
39. Maniac’s Song 9/18/2010
40. Matchit Moodus 9/18/2010
Best Poem of John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

Ā;Es Alienum

HISPANIA! O, Hispania! once my home —
How hath thy fall degraded every son
Who owns thee for a birth-place. They who walk
Thy marbled courts and holy sanctuaries,
Or tread thy olive groves, and pluck the grapes
That cluster there — or dance the saraband
By moonlight, to some Moorish melody —
Or whistle with the Muleteer, along
Thy goat-climbed rocks and awful precipices;
How do the nations scorn them and deride!
And they who wander where a Spanish tongue
Was never heard, and where a Spanish heart
Had never beat before, how poor, how shunned,
Avoided, ...

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A Mariner's Song

Though now we are sluggish and lazy on shore,
Yet soon shall we be where the wild waters roar;
Where the wind through the hoarse rattling cordage shall rave,
And fling the white foam from the top of the wave.

Yes, soon o'er the waters the Essex shall sweep,
And bear all the thunders of war o'er the deep;
While the hands that are hard, and the hearts that are brave,
Shall give the bold frigate the top of the wave.

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