Lines on Caledonian games, May, 1… On grassy amphitheater Spectators sit, to view the war ‘Mong bold contestants on the plai… Where each doth strive the prize t…

We have scarcely time to tell thee Of the strange and gifted Shelley… Kind hearted man, but ill-fated, So youthful drowned and cremated.

At the announcement that Britain… the Hungarian Patriot and orator,… England, that the British Lion wa… When the British Lion offered aid… Round many lips a sneer of serious…

A lad, brought up in Highland val… Who did believe each fairy tale Which his granney oft to him told, And of witches and of warlocks bol… And he himself would often pore

The Thurso baker, Robert Dick, Armed with his hammer and his pick… Dame nature’s secrets did reveal, Which she for ages did conceal. In Banff has genius found regard

After chatting with each friend, We our way to the table wend ; On it we all do make a raid, And this we call a Ladies’ Aid. ’Tis pleasant way of taking tea,

Sonnet on an incident which occurr… Pleasant memories it awakes, When musing on our northern lakes… For there I saw a charming Reed, A friend to me in hour of need.

Lines on our departed Canadian St… Joseph Howe, none higher stood th… Thou wert a man with lofty brow ; D’Arcey McGee, so brillant and f… From Green Isle you came, 'oer th…

Once, while digging ‘neath the sno… ’Mid Canadian winter, lo! To our joy and surprise, We saw some violets in full bloom, Gazing at us with loving eyes,

Worthy of either song or story Are the Shires found Frith of Mo… Here lies the valley of Strathspe… Famed for its music-lively, gay. Elgin cathedral’s 'prentice aisle

The following lines were written a… who said she would recite them at… entertainment. She wished it writt… will talk. I presume the ideas in… altogether original, or they are v…

Lines delivered at housewarming of… Your pastor’s fame first got abroa… By his success on Culloden Road ; He filled the church so that the f… No longer it the flock would hold.

The following ode was delivered by… of Burns, Ingersoll, in presence… This night shall never be forgot, For humble life none now despise, Since Barns was born in lowly cot…

Of Kentucky’s great hunter bold, Old Daniel Boon, oft tales are to… Of wild beasts he had no fear, But dangers loved, that pioneer. Canada hath hunters many,

Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage; Once happiest village of the plain… Place now you look for it in vain; There but one man he doth make ric…