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Like fruit that’s large and ripe a… Sweet and luscious is Longfellow,… Melodious songs he oft did pour, And high was his Excelsior. He shows us in his psalm of life
Of Kentucky’s great hunter bold, Old Daniel Boon, oft tales are to… Of wild beasts he had no fear, But dangers loved, that pioneer. Canada hath hunters many,
After chatting with each friend, We our way to the table wend ; On it we all do make a raid, And this we call a Ladies’ Aid. ’Tis pleasant way of taking tea,
On Ganges banks roams the tiger, And lion rules by the Niger, Hunder heard shrill cry of peacock… In Indian jungles go in flocks. And he saw tiger crouch and spring…
It is folly now to aim Or to seek for distant fame, But rest content if we can claim Something of a local name Oh the pleasant banks of Thame,
In the year 1843 we were, though b… Cawdor Castle. Readers of Shakes… have often found Cawdor mentioned… of Cawdor is but a few miles from… we were there the old Highland peo…
We have scarcely time to tell thee Of the strange and gifted Shelley… Kind hearted man, but ill-fated, So youthful drowned and cremated.
We fancy the lustre of the old tow… on the new. English Woodstock was… English Woodstock had a Palace Where the Queen in jealous malice Slew romance’s fairest flower,
Sonnet on an incident which occurr… Pleasant memories it awakes, When musing on our northern lakes… For there I saw a charming Reed, A friend to me in hour of need.
Come, listen, while we sound the l… To announce the fact, that Mclnty… Is back again to his old block, And he has got a splendid stock. He also hath a strong desire
When the price of cheese was so lo… dairymen seriously thought of givi… of cheese and of selling their cow… lowing lines and distributed them… Price soon will rise, though now ’…
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…
A tale we’ll tell of what hath bee… When maids and youths kept Hallow… It is a tale of old world lore What happened in the days of yore, When fairies danced upon the green
When the great Bulwer’s pen did t… The history of the coming race His hero to us he hath unfurled The glories of his new found world… This bold traveller be did venture
In summer time it doth seem good To seek the shade of the green woo… For it doth banish all our care When we gaze on scene so fair. And birds do here in branches sing
