James McIntyre

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

James McIntyre Poems

41. Lines On Corner Stone 5/4/2012
42. Robert Fleming Gourley 5/4/2012
43. Victoria Park And Caledonian Games 5/4/2012
44. Lines On Woodstock 5/4/2012
45. Lines On Thamesford 5/4/2012
46. Lines On Norwich 5/4/2012
47. Lines On Tilsonburg 5/4/2012
48. Donald Ross 5/4/2012
49. Fight Of A Buffalo With Wolves 5/4/2012
50. Disaster To Steamer Victoria At London 5/4/2012
51. Lament Of The Maple Tree 5/4/2012
52. St.Catharines 5/4/2012
53. Life In The Woods 5/4/2012
54. The London Flood 5/4/2012
55. Lines On Stratford 5/4/2012
56. English Names On Canadian Thames 5/4/2012
57. Lines On Ingersoll 5/4/2012
58. St.Thomas 5/4/2012
59. Lines On A Type Writer 5/4/2012
60. St. Andrew And Halloween 5/4/2012
61. Lines Of South Scotland 5/4/2012
62. Holmes 5/4/2012
63. Will Carleton 5/4/2012
64. T.D Mkee 5/4/2012
65. Electric Light 5/4/2012
66. Episcopal Harvest Home 5/4/2012
67. Dick And Edward 5/4/2012
68. Transformation Scene 5/4/2012
69. Ladies Aid 5/4/2012
70. Coleridge, Southy And Wordsworth 5/4/2012
71. Fairy Tale 5/4/2012
72. Rabbit Story 5/4/2012
73. Lines On A.B 5/4/2012
74. Lines On A Fountain 5/4/2012
75. Lines On Embro And Zorra 5/4/2012
76. Lines On Salford 5/4/2012
77. Lines On Mt. Elgin 5/4/2012
78. Hope For Ingersoll 5/4/2012
79. Lines Of Violets 5/4/2012
80. Reminiscences 5/4/2012

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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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Nova Scotia

If you are sulky, Nova Scotia,
We'll gladly let you float away
From out our Confederation;
You sicken us with sily agitation.
If any more our patience you do tax
We'll let you go to Halifax.

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