#Canadians
In summer time it doth seem good To seek the shade of the green woo… For it doth banish all our care When we gaze on scene so fair. And birds do here in branches sing
We have the Murray and McKay From the country of Lord Rae ; * McKenzie too from many a loch, From Dingwall, Fain, and old Dor… *Lord Rae, chief of the clan McK…
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–
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
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…
While referring to past glories of… the late Honourable T. D. McKee,… and we will give you an anecdote o… the supper table around which was… him as the great centre of attract…
Poets they do pursue each theme Under a gentle head of steam, Save one, who needed fierce fire o… The brilliant, passionate Byron. His Child Harold’s Pilgrimage
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…
Sonnet on an incident which occurr… Pleasant memories it awakes, When musing on our northern lakes… For there I saw a charming Reed, A friend to me in hour of need.
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,
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…
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,
One day, while passing 'long the r… On a small book we almost trod; Its leaves were scattered o’er the… We picked them up, and when we fou… The author’s name, it did inspire
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…
Our friend, Mr. Romley, He told the tale homley, And yet full of fun, How the Rabbits did run, In numbers a score,