#CanadianWriters
Of Ingersoll we’re justly proud, Though o’er it hath hung a cloud; It was heavy, dark, profound, Weighing o’er ten thousand pound. But now the clouds do disappear,
Impromptu lines delivered at the l… of the church on Culloden road, wi… In this quiet spot, this day of J… Which will not be forgotten soon, For when your little church on hil…
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
Poor laborers, they did sad bewail… When the machine displaced the fla… Theres little work, now, with the… Since cultivators weed the rows. Labor it became more fickle
My friends, we sing Canadian them… For in them we proudly glory; Her lakes, her rivers and her stre… Worthy of renown in story. And in these leaves we hope is str…
‘O for a Lodge in some vast wilde… A man cryed out in his distress, For he was tired and sick of life, And weary of this worldly strife, And longed for to be far away
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…
Babies carried off and changed by… last winter of 1884, in Burghed, i… around great fires, incantations w… away the evil spirits. The custom… the time of the Druids.
Read at the opening of the New Pa… Some do boast of their pedigrees, But Salfords parent of the cheese… Rennie, industrious and wise, Here started this great enterprise…
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 written at the request of a… We looked over the book, it was in… of the questions was ‘who is your… to find a number of different pers… We believe that the most of them w…
Lines delivered at a Firemen’s So… Our youth and beauty here arranged… In honor of the Fire Brigade ; And now every man is ready To obey the bugle of Brady.
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…
Lines on the North of Scotland, d… quarter of a century ago: Scotsmen have wandered far and wid… From Moray Frith to Frith of Cly… McDonald, from his sea girt isle,
The following ode was delivered by… of Burns, Ingersoll, in presence… This night shall never be forgot, For humble life none now despise, Since Barns was born in lowly cot…