Poetry

Plowmen By  Robert Lee Frost A plow, they say, to plow the snow. They cannot mean to plant it, though —  Unless in bitterness to mock At having culti…

Alexander McLaughlan By  James McIntyre Lines sent to Alexander McLaughlan, Amaranth Station, with a copy of my poems: We send to you these rugged rh…

Elephants of the Gun-Teams By  Rudyard Kipling We lent to Alexander the strength of Hercules, The wisdom of our foreheads, the cunning of our knees. …

Written in a Lady’s Pocket-Book By  Robert Burns Grant me, indulgent Heav’n, that I may live To see the miscreants feel the pains they give, Deal Fre…

Shelly By  James McIntyre We have scarcely time to tell thee Of the strange and gifted Shelly, Kind hearted man but ill-fated, So youthful, drowned a…

Woolloomooloo By  C. J. Dennis Here's a ridiculous riddle for you:     How many o's are there in Woolloomooloo? Two for the W, two for the m,…

Bear Hunt By  James McIntyre Two youths came over from York state, Bill Brown and Tom Dawes his mate, For many months they were wishing The sport of …

St. Thomas 1884 By  James McIntyre At time of Oddfellows Grand Lodge meeting. Oddfellows once they had to trudge O'er rough stage road to the Gra…

The True Loyal Natives By  Robert Burns Ye true "Loyal Natives," attend to my song, In uproar and riot rejoice the night long; From envy or…

Eagle and Salmon By  James McIntyre Wilmot of fish culutre fame, To this tale he lends his name, A pair of eagles built their nest On a lofty pine tr…

The Prairie By  Rudyard Kipling 'I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand, I see a river loop and run about a treeless land — …