John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
John Gardiner Calkins Brainard 1795-1828 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass. |
| Lament for Long Tom. |
| 2 |
| At the piping of all hands, When the judgment-signal ’s spread— When the islands and the lands And the seas give up their dead, And the South and North shall come; When the sinner is dismayed, And the just man is afraid, Then Heaven be thy aid, Poor Tom. |
| Lament for Long Tom. |
| 3 |
| Far beneath the tainted foam That frets above our peaceful home, We dream in joy and wake in love Nor know the rage that yells above. |
| The Deep. 1 |
| 4 |
| 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 West. |
| Epithalamium. |
| Note 1. Harriet Beecher Stowe: When winds are raging o’er the upper ocean. [back] |