#CanadianWriters
We were so deeply impressed with t… in a prose tale that we transposed… A buffalo, lord of the plain, With massive neck and mighty mane, While from his herd he slowly stra…
On a young girl showing me a scar… In its own place ’tis very good Always to have plenty of wood ; But, striking fair maid, that is r… And puts me in an angry mood.
Providential escape of Ruby and N… Ingersoll, little Neil McKay Mc… under a covered raceway, upwards o… being either covered over with roa… A wonderous tale we now do trace,
When Father Ranney left the Stat… In Canada to try the fates, He settled down in Dereham, Then no dairyman lived near him; He was the first there to squeeze
In these sketches of towns in Wes… to suppose that because we have pr… that said rhymes are poetry. If we… like a dewdropp sparkling in the s… Brantford as thriving city’s famed…
As musings on Banks of Canadian… meditations in verse, but the mono… soliloquy in prose, and as Campbel… we will give the following anecdot… Irvine, to Sir Walter Scott. Irv…
We occasionally get a few gleams o… of life.A number of years ago a pe… sketches of the various towns in C… various streams and the number of… as we had written rhymes on the ri…
Read at the opening of the New Pa… Some do boast of their pedigrees, But Salfords parent of the cheese… Rennie, industrious and wise, Here started this great enterprise…
Lines written on the arrival of G… The tidings now all hearts do plea… That she has landed safe-Louise, Victoria’s beloved daughter Who boldly has crossed the water.
Written at the time of the disaste… ’Twas on a pleasant eve in May. Just as the sun shed its last ray, The bell it rang, citizens to warn… For lo! a fire appears in barn.
Of Ingersoll we’re justly proud, Though o’er it hath hung a cloud; It was heavy, dark, profound, Weighing o’er ten thousand pound. But now the clouds do disappear,
British infants who were nobly bor… Were from their bleeding mother’s… And with the bayonet dashed upon t… There left to lie for native dogs… But the British Lion he soon o’er…
Gardner told a sad tale of woe, How he was oft o’erwhelmed in snow But was he frightened? no! no!! no… He onward cheerfully did go, And though that he did freeze his…
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…
Delivered at Masonic concert, Tha… Col. Moffat in the chair. The middle branch of Thames doth… O’er pebble bed, and it doth glow And sparkle like silver in the sun…