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,…
John Gardiner Calkins Brainard was an American poet born at the end of the 18th century who was generally known as John G. C. Brainard. He also practiced as a lawyer and was a newspaper editor at different times. His ancestors included the man who was responsible for founding the English settlement on Long Island that would eventually become New York State. He was born sometime during October 1796 in New London, Connecticut, the son of a former Superior Court judge. His famous 17th century ancestor was Lion Gardiner and a small island still exists with his name. Gardiners Island is still in the family and is significant in that it is the largest privately owned island in the whole of the United States. Brainard’s early education came from home tutors but, at the age of 15, he was enrolled at Yale College along with an elder brother. It seems that he did not work hard enough to gain a degree but managed to secure a job in a law office on leaving college. The fact that this establishment was run by another sibling probably helped. He made progress, studying the law, and was called to the bar in 1819. He intended to set up his own practice in Middletown, Connecticut but had little stomach for the profession. He was, by his own admission, too sensitive a soul for that job so concentrated on writing instead. He managed to get some of his poetry published in a literary paper, based in New Haven, called The Microscope. He made an erroneous career choice once more when, in February 1822, he took up the editorship of a newspaper called the Connecticut Mirror. He genuinely believed that this would help him forge a career as a writer but he was not temperamentally suited to the day to day difficulties and pressures of running a paper. Brainard did, nevertheless, use this time to establish himself as a well-respected poet, publishing a number of his own pieces in the Mirror. He was very popular within his local community and mixed socially with other writers whenever he could, including McDonald Clarke who was popularly known as the “Mad poet of Broadway”. He was encouraged to compile his first book of poetry and, around 1825, Occasional Pieces of Poetry by John G. C. Brainard was published. It contained pieces that had already been seen in his newspaper but there were other, unpublished poems included in the collection. Many of Brainard’s poems were of the lyrical, romantic variety. He wrote about the New England landscapes that he knew so well and compiled a number of sonnets. A good example of his work was a poem called Rainy Day which illustrates that, to some, a wet day is an opportunity to get lots done in the house while, for others, it is a gross inconvenience. The poem is reproduced here: He could have gone on to become an even more prolific and popular poet but for his failing health. By early 1827 he had contracted tuberculosis and was forced to give up the editorship of the Mirror. He returned home to New London to recuperate but, alas, did not make a full recovery. He was still able to write a little, and some of his work was seen in the newspaper. John Gardiner Calkins Brainard died on the 26th September 1828, aged only 31. He had been well thought of during his short life and fellow poets, including John Greenleaf Whittier, wrote poetic tributes to him. Much of his work has since appeared in anthologies of American poetry.
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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 fo…
Yon cloud, 't is bright and beautiful — it floats Alone in God's horizon —on its edge The stars seem hung like pearls— it looks as pure As 't were an angel's shroud— the white cyma…
It rains. What lady loves a rainy day? Not she who puts prunella on her foot, Zephyrs around her neck, and silken socks Upon a graceful ancle — nor yet she…
I saw two clouds at morning, Tinged with the rising sun; And in the dawn they floated on, And mingled into one: I thought that morning cloud was blest, It moved so sweetly to the w…
I love the 'Universal Yankee Nation,' Where'er they are — whate'er they are about, Whatever be their wealth, or rank, or station, Their character or conduct. They are out…
WHERE streams of light, in golden showers, First fell on long lost Eden's bowers, And music, from the shouting skies, Wandered to Eve's own Paradise,…
To Thee, O God, the Shepherd Kings Their earliest homage paid And wafted upon angel wings Their worship was conveyed.…
The wanton boy that sports in May, Among the wild flowers, blooming, gay, With laughing eyes and glowing cheeks, The brightest, freshest, fairest seeks,…
A Rose shall bloom in the lonely place, A wild shall echo with sounds of joy, For heaven's own gladness its bounds shall grace, And forms angelic their songs employ.…
Jack Frost. I HEARD — 't was on an Autumn night — A little song from yonder tree; 'T was a Caty-did, in the branches hid,…
Four lamps were burning o'er two mighty graves — Godfrey's and Baldwin's — Salem's Christian kings; And holy light glanced from Helena's naves, Fed with the incense which the Pilgr…
FAR away from the hill side, the lake, and the hamlet, The rock, and the brook, and yon meadow so gay; From the footpath that winds by the side of the streamlet; From his hut, and…
'How slow we drive! — but yet the hour will come, When friends shall greet me with affection's kiss; When, seated at my boyhood's happy home, I shall enjoy a mild, contented bliss,…
'Arma virumque cano.' THE sun looked bright upon the morning tide: Light played the breeze along the whispering shore, And the blue billow arched its head of pride,…
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