James McIntyre

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

James McIntyre Poems

41. Disaster To Steamer Victoria At London 5/4/2012
42. Lament Of The Maple Tree 5/4/2012
43. St.Catharines 5/4/2012
44. Life In The Woods 5/4/2012
45. Gratification 5/4/2012
46. Finale 5/4/2012
47. Elf Shot 5/4/2012
48. Prof. Longmuir 5/4/2012
49. Harvest Home Festivals 5/4/2012
50. Lines On The North Of Scotland 5/4/2012
51. Lines On Gunn 5/4/2012
52. Indian Mutiniy 5/4/2012
53. Response To Sentiment Of Scottish Poets 5/4/2012
54. Electric Light 5/4/2012
55. Episcopal Harvest Home 5/4/2012
56. Dick And Edward 5/4/2012
57. The London Flood 5/4/2012
58. Lines On Stratford 5/4/2012
59. English Names On Canadian Thames 5/4/2012
60. Lines On Ingersoll 5/4/2012
61. St.Thomas 5/4/2012
62. Lines On A Type Writer 5/4/2012
63. St. Andrew And Halloween 5/4/2012
64. Lines Of South Scotland 5/4/2012
65. Holmes 5/4/2012
66. Will Carleton 5/4/2012
67. T.D Mkee 5/4/2012
68. Coleridge, Southy And Wordsworth 5/4/2012
69. Fairy Tale 5/4/2012
70. Rabbit Story 5/4/2012
71. Lines On A.B 5/4/2012
72. Lines On A Fountain 5/4/2012
73. Lines On Embro And Zorra 5/4/2012
74. Lines On Salford 5/4/2012
75. Lines On Mt. Elgin 5/4/2012
76. Hope For Ingersoll 5/4/2012
77. Lines Of Violets 5/4/2012
78. Reminiscences 5/4/2012
79. Welcome To The Prince Of Wales 5/4/2012
80. Transformation Scene 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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