#CanadianWriters
‘ I heard Bill say to-day, Mary, That you are a charming fairy, And that to town he’d give you dri… But, just as sure as you’re alive He does intend to have the bliss
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…
Having received a letter from a ge… and glorying in its superiority to… You glory in your type writer, And its virtues you rehearse, But we prefer the old inditer–
While the Thames meanders gently… fields of Ingersoll, a pleasing pi… ferent, alas, is the feeling in Lo… river is an object of dread and te… the eye or nostrils. As we have be…
Well tell a tale, it shall be brie… It is of rise of Maple Leaf, From noble Olive Branch it sprung… And its good deeds shall yet be su… This Encampment, though in its yo…
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
Who was expected to attend a Banq… in London nearly thirty years ago.… were asking for Brother Abel. When we went down to London in mi… A brother looked at me as though…
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
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…
Of our Laureate we now do sing– His youthful muse had daring wing, He then despised Baronhood, And sang ’twas noble to be good. None sang like him of knights of o…
Addressed to Jonathan Wingle, Es… In summer time we roam o’er dingle… But winter draws us round the ingl… Why do you remain thus single, When love would make two hearts ti…
Lines on the North of Scotland, d… quarter of a century ago: Scotsmen have wandered far and wid… From Moray Frith to Frith of Cly… McDonald, from his sea girt isle,
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…
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
I laid me down one day in June; It was late—long after noon— A very sultry summer’s eve, Such times the senses oft deceive. The place was ‘neath a maple tree,