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His mother from celestial bower, In the self same day and hour Of her death, or Heavenly birth, Gazed again upon the earth– And saw her gentle, loving boy,
Written during the last excitement… Rejoice, rejoice, we all do stand, United in one mighty band ; No traitors in our land we find, All one in heart all one in mind,
We have scarcely time to tell thee Of the strange and gifted Shelley… Kind hearted man, but ill-fated, So youthful drowned and cremated.
We have here a sight as fair As bonnie Doon or banks of Ayr. Like modest worth, meandering slow… The quiet waters gently flow. Rose, Thistle, Shamrock, all comb…
Lines read at a banquet at the We… where the brotherhood of Odd-Fell… Lodge, were entertained. St. Catharines [sic], famed for m… And for the beauty of her daughter…
In replying to this toast, we have… in the first rank. His mind was so… plowing a daisy under, as evinced… ‘ Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow… Thou’st met me in an evil hour,
O’er various counties of the north… When cruel order did go forth For to destroy many a home So that the wild deer free might r… The men of Sutherland and Ross
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
The farmers they now all make rich… Since Farrington went to Norwich And the system first there began Of making cheese on factory plan ; He came from Herkimer county,
On the laying of the corner stone… Queenston Heights, and the final… who had fallen at the battle of Qu… The remains of his Aid, Col. McD… ited under the new tower.
England hath given us the names To adorn Canadian Thames, And charms to them she hath lent, In Oxford, Middlesex and Kent. She Essex kisseth in her mouth,
We fear to say, and yet we must, Dried apples once were full of dus… And you all know it is no joke. Saturate with tobacco smoke, And the hole where string did go t…
They once in wilderness did ride On beast with horn and shaggy hide… A savage goat or unicorn, But now parade in uniform ; As gay as ancient Knight or Lord,
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 ;
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