Poetry

Life in the Woods (Life of the early settlers) By  James McIntyre Canada hath wealthy yeomen Whose fathers overcome the foemen, The enemy they boldly…

Lines on Violets By  James McIntyre Once, while digging 'neath the snow, 'Mid Canadian winter, lo! To our joy and surprise We saw some violet…

Dryden and Pope By  James McIntyre Genius of Dryden and of Pope, Both did take a mighty scope, The first he virgil did translate, The second showed u…

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,…

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 …

Indian Romance By  James McIntyre We know a hill is smooth and round, Where Indian relics may be found, This hill it hath a history, Though enveloped…

Thanksgiving Ode November 15th, 1888 By  James McIntyre September came and with it frost The season's pasture it seemed lost, And the wondrous yi…

Shakespeare By  James McIntyre Tercentenary ode on Shakespeare read by the author at the anniversary concert, 1864. Three centuries have passed away …

Mrs. Moody By  James McIntyre Mrs. Moody was a sister of the celebrated Agnes Strickland, author of "The Queens of England." When this coun…

Tilsonburg By  James McIntyre After him who did the mills own, This place was called in honor Tilson; Bright gleaming like to a beaming star, Is clea…

Galt and Dunlop By  James McIntyre John Galt was the manager of the Canada Company's lands, and he was a Scottish Novelist. Dunlop was at one tim…

Thorold By  James McIntyre McCready, the great Irish tragedian, said that the view from Thorold was the finest in America. Thorold is famous for its …