James McIntyre

[The Cheese Poet] (25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

James McIntyre Poems

1. A Bird's Nest 5/4/2012
2. A Christmas Tree 5/4/2012
3. A Civic Holiday Trip 5/4/2012
4. A Concert Invitation 5/4/2012
5. A Concert-Impromptu 5/4/2012
6. A Crooked Looking Glass 5/4/2012
7. A Providential Escape 5/4/2012
8. A Romance Of Canada 5/4/2012
9. Abundant Harvest 5/4/2012
10. Adventure On A Raft 5/4/2012
11. Agricultural, Implements And Machinery 5/4/2012
12. American Poets: Longfellow 1/3/2003
13. An Autograph 5/4/2012
14. Book Agent Story 5/4/2012
15. Brantford 5/4/2012
16. Brodie Castle 5/4/2012
17. Bryant 5/4/2012
18. Burns And Scott 5/4/2012
19. Byron 5/4/2012
20. Caledonian Games 5/4/2012
21. Campbells Block 5/4/2012
22. Canada Our Home 5/4/2012
23. Canadian Rivers And Lake 5/4/2012
24. Canadian Sports And Games And Plays 5/4/2012
25. Canadian Thames 5/4/2012
26. Coleridge, Southy And Wordsworth 5/4/2012
27. Crimean War 5/4/2012
28. Dairy Ode 1/3/2003
29. Departed Statesmen 5/4/2012
30. Dick And Edward 5/4/2012
31. Disaster To Steamer Victoria At London 5/4/2012
32. Donald Ross 5/4/2012
33. Dr.Springer 5/4/2012
34. Dried Apples 5/4/2012
35. Dryden And Pope 5/4/2012
36. Electric Light 5/4/2012
37. Elf Shot 5/4/2012
38. English Names On Canadian Thames 5/4/2012
39. English Poets: Shelley 1/3/2003
40. Ensilage 1/3/2003
Best Poem of James McIntyre

Oxford Cheese Ode

The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.

A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,
O'er cropped the weary land grew poor
And nearly barren as a moor,
But now the owners live at ease
Rejoicing in their crop of cheese.

And since they justly treat the soil,
Are well rewarded for their toil,
The land enriched by goodly cows,
Yie'ds plenty now to ...

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Tiger and Elephant

On Ganges banks roams the tiger,
And lion rules by the Niger,
Hunder heard shrill cry of peacocks,
In Indian jungles go in flocks.

And he saw tiger crouch and spring,
To crush a bird with beauteous wing,
But the tiger missed his aim,
And he hung his head with shame.

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