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The following appeared in Truth i… considerable length. We have conce… thereof into the few verses below.… Canadian North-West, during the t… Bay Company’s rule.
Delivered at an Odd-Fellows’ Con… Some have formed strange conceptio… They believe that enshrouded ‘mong… surroundings of our dark recesses… ’Gorgans and Hydras, and Chimeras…
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
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,
The farmers now should all adorn A few fields with sweet southern c… It is luscious, thick and tall, The beauty of the fields in fall. For it doth make best ensilage,
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…
At the announcement that Britain… the Hungarian Patriot and orator,… England, that the British Lion wa… When the British Lion offered aid… Round many lips a sneer of serious…
When the great Bulwer’s pen did t… The history of the coming race His hero to us he hath unfurled The glories of his new found world… This bold traveller be did venture
The following lines were written a… who said she would recite them at… entertainment. She wished it writt… will talk. I presume the ideas in… altogether original, or they are v…
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
Like mightiest organ in full tone Melodious grand is great Milton. He did in lofty measures tell How Satan, great archangel, fell, When from heaven downward hurled,
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…
Moore found the ballads of Green… Were oft obscured beneath the soil As miner digging in a mine Finds rubbish 'mong the gold so fi… So Moore placed dross in the wast…
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…
Lines on our departed Canadian St… Joseph Howe, none higher stood th… Thou wert a man with lofty brow ; D’Arcey McGee, so brillant and f… From Green Isle you came, 'oer th…