James McIntyre

Reminiscences (Poem by James McIntyre)

Reminiscences By  James McIntyre On the laying of the corner stone of the Brock monument at Queenston Heights, and the final interment of the General…

Bear and Falls (Poem by James McIntyre)

Bear and Falls By  James McIntyre Strange incidents do happen ever On the famed Niagara river, This thought to mind it now recalls Event three miles …

Indian Mutiny (Poem by James McIntyre)

Indian Mutiny By  James McIntyre British infants who were nobly born Were from their bleeding mother's bosom torn, And with the bayonet dashed up…

Welcome to the Prince of Wales (Poem by James McIntyre)

Welcome to the Prince of Wales By  James McIntyre Lines written when the Prince of Wales was about embarking for Canada, May, 1860. In his long voyag…

Corner Stone Laying (Poem by James McIntyre)

Corner Stone Laying By  James McIntyre The following lines were read at the festival after the stone had been laid by Grand Master Col. Moffat, of a …

Lament of the Maple Tree (Poem by James McIntyre)

Lament of the Maple Tree By  James McIntyre A VISION " We had a dream which was not all a dream ." — Byron. I laid me down one day in June,…

Cheese Curd for Bait (Poem by James McIntyre)

Cheese Curd for Bait By  James McIntyre The following adventure was participated in by Mr. J. Podmore and Mr. W. D. Grant at Matheson's Cold Spri…

When to Sell Grain and Farm Produce (Poem by James McIntyre)

When to Sell Grain and Farm Produce By  James McIntyre Grain it should be sold in the fall Even if the price it should be small, For if you keep it t…

Thomas Conant (Poem by James McIntyre)

Thomas Conant By  James McIntyre Lines sent to Thomas Conant of Oshawa, a writer of Canadian sketches. We do greet thee Thomas Conant, You truthful p…

Stratford (Poem by James McIntyre)

Stratford By  James McIntyre Our Canadian county Perth, Commemorates great bard of earth, Stratford and Avon both are here, And they enshrine the nam…

Donald Ross (Poem by James McIntyre)

Donald Ross By  James McIntyre By the side of a moss Lived young Donald Ross, Among the heathery hills And the mountain rills, In a snug little cot C…
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