Poetry

On R.A., Esq. By  Robert Burns Know thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov’d, much honour’d name! (For none that knew him need be told) A warm…

Canadian Voyageurs on the Nile By  James McIntyre The British soldiers on the Nile With gratitude did kindly smile, On the Canadian voyageurs Who ski…

Bessie and the Bunyip By  C. J. Dennis     Bessie met a bunyip down along the track, In his hand a billy and a swag upon his back.         And you wi…

T. D. McGee By  James McIntyre Having been kindly invited as a member of the Mechanics' Institute some 25 years ago by the late Jeremiah O'Ne…

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 …