There came to Oxford Robert Gour… In his old ago his health was poor… He was a relic of the past, In his dotage sinking fast, Yet he was erect and tall,

Poetry to us is given As stars beautify the heaven, Or, as the sunbeams when they glea… Sparkling so bright upon the strea… And the poetry of motion

For erratic style he leads van, Wildly, wayward Walt Whitman. *Mathew Arnold saw fit to say tha… the National Poet of America, but… him; one of Longfellows grandest p…

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

A great enchanter too is Poe, His bells do so harmonious flow ; Wondrous mystery of his raven On our minds is ere engraven ; His weird, mysterious romances

An old man, who had charge of fiel… With pride he saw two birds did bu… A broad, capacious, warm nest ; Soon full of young with speckled b… And when the old man there did pas…

When this country it was woody, Its great champion, Mrs. Moody, She showed she had both pluck and… In her work, roughing in the bush. For there all alone she will dwell…

Lines on Rannie, the cheese pione… Rannie began with just two cows, Which he in winter fed on brouse And now he hath got mighty herds, Numerous as flock of birds ;

To us it is a pleasing sight, To see so many here to night; All listening with so much delight Unto those worthy men of might The charming songsters, Brothers…

Galt was manager of the Canada Co… Scottish Novelist, Dunlop was onc… journalist, but finally settled ne… Galt and Doctor Dunlop, witty, Located and did plan city

The mind thats sad it doth relax The humor of the witty Saxe. He puts us in a cheerful mood, Mirthful as our own Tom Hood.

On Ganges banks roams the tiger, And lion rules by the Niger, Hunder heard shrill cry of peacock… In Indian jungles go in flocks. And he saw tiger crouch and spring…

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–

We let Ontario farmers sing About the joys the woods do bring, But we, in regions of North-West Do think prairie farms the best, For those poor men who swing the a…

The ancient poets ne’er did dream That Canada was land of cream, They ne’er imagined it could flow In this cold land of ice and snow, Where everything did solid freeze,