They once in wilderness did ride On beast with horn and shaggy hide… A savage goat or unicorn, But now parade in uniform ; As gay as ancient Knight or Lord,

A great enchanter too is Poe, His bells do so harmonious flow ; Wondrous mystery of his raven On our minds is ere engraven ; His weird, mysterious romances

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,

Once, while digging ‘neath the sno… ’Mid Canadian winter, lo! To our joy and surprise, We saw some violets in full bloom, Gazing at us with loving eyes,

For erratic style he leads van, Wildly, wayward Walt Whitman. *Mathew Arnold saw fit to say tha… the National Poet of America, but… him; one of Longfellows grandest p…

Lines composed on an excursion to… In winter time ’tis sad and dreary For to gaze on stormy Erie, But here in summer time this port It is fashionable resort,

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,

Galt was manager of the Canada Co… Scottish Novelist, Dunlop was onc… journalist, but finally settled ne… Galt and Doctor Dunlop, witty, Located and did plan city

The following response to ‘ Canad… at a banquet of the Caledonian So… In responding to the sentiment, ‘… perhaps it would be appropriate to… and distinguishing characteristics…

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

Formerly of Ingersoll, now of the… When Wonham got orders To advance to the borders, His boys they were ready And fell in quite steady.

Some thirty years ago, in conversa… captain who had visited or voyaged… globe, he was denouncing fiercely… costermonger times. He said there… town library which was a tissue of…

My friends, we sing Canadian them… For in them we proudly glory; Her lakes, her rivers and her stre… Worthy of renown in story. And in these leaves we hope is str…

Of Beachville, village of the pla… We now will sing a short refrain, For here the Thames doth pleasant… And charms to landscape doth besto… Though river here it is not deep,

Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage ; Once happiest village of the plain… Place now you look for it in vain… There but one man he doth make ric…