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To night the children meet with gl… To view the fruits on Christmas T… And when its beauties we behold We’re very sorry we are old. The children all they have good ca…
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…
Like fruit that’s large and ripe a… Sweet and luscious is Longfellow,… Melodious songs he oft did pour, And high was his Excelsior. He shows us in his psalm of life
After him who did mills own This place was called in honor Ti… Bright gleaming like a morning sta… Is clear waters of the Otter, And it doth form here a vast pond
My dear friend Gunn, May you prize won, But to us hark When you shoot mark, High you must aim
Domestic cattle quiet will graze w… and in spots now covered o’er with… where white men never trod, cities… sites with busy trade, and million… lands to take possession of the gr…
Delivered at an Odd-Fellows’ Con… Some have formed strange conceptio… They believe that enshrouded ‘mong… surroundings of our dark recesses… ’Gorgans and Hydras, and Chimeras…
Come, listen, while we sound the l… To announce the fact, that Mclnty… Is back again to his old block, And he has got a splendid stock. He also hath a strong desire
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
We have had the pleasure of hearin… from the city of London. We comme… Do you unto this world belong, To cheer us merrily with song? Are you mortal like ourselves,
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…
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…
During the summer of 1883 we were… potatoes in North Oxford, where w… pair of bipeds drilling their offs… down the other, so as to annihilat… vast armies, dressed in yellow gar…
It is folly now to aim Or to seek for distant fame, But rest content if we can claim Something of a local name Oh the pleasant banks of Thame,
The following was composed and rea… Parsonage, Salford, in the fall,… The farmers are in cheerful mood, For harvest all it hath been good; And all the grain was sown this sp…