I bought of land two miles square, I knew not it contained a bear, I never thought there would be any, But alas, I found many; The bush was thick and mat and tangle, It made it a perfect jungle,...
We are in ancient stories told, All were brothers in days of old, But these with facts they do not chime For all mankind do love the dime, And worship the mighty dollar, And admire the golden collar,...
Of Beachville, village of the plain, We now will sing a short refrain, For here the Thames doth pleasant flow, And charm to landscape doth bestow; Though river here it is not deep,...
In these sketches of towns in Southern Ontario we are not vain enough to suppose that because we have produced some lines thereon that said rhymes are poetry. If we furnish an occasional poetic gleam like a dewdrop sparkling in...
A man on Nova Scotian Bay On broken raft was borne away, Right out on the open sea Where the storm did blow so free, No shelter from the wind or wave He thought the gulf would be his grave,...
When Burns did make triumphant entry 'Mong Edina's famous gentry, A discussion did there arise Among those solons learned and wise, About some lines by a new poet. The author's name none did know it,...
Poets they do pursue each theme, Under a gentle head of steam, Save one who needed fierce fire on, The brilliant, pasionate Byron. His child Harold's pilgrimage, Forever will the world engage;...