Brain Engravings.

Brain Engravings.


        Great wonder is the human brain,
        How it impressions doth retain,
        Inscribed on it are autographs,
        And there is also photographs.

        And every hill and plain and nook,
        It is deep graven in this book,
        A great variety here belongs,
        Snatches of sermons and of songs.

        Here you'll find are numerous themes,
        Both mighty thoughts and foolish dreams,
        Here love and hope so bright and fair,
        There hate and doubt and dark despair.

        And here is too the bower of bliss,
        Where youthful lovers first did kiss,
        Here are memories of childhood
        And of old ages thoughtful mood.

        View well the whole, 'tis a strange sight,
        Both of suffering and delight,
        You see the parting with old friend,
        And where new hearts with yours do blend.

        Greatest blessing, hope of heaven,
        For our comfort it is given,
        Indented deep in mind of wise
        Are glories of the heavenly prize.

James McIntyre

James McIntyre was a Canadian poet, most notable for his poetry concerning cheese, cheese-making, dairying, and dairy products. Often referred to as 'The Cheese Poet,' McIntyre's work is celebrated for its earnestness and unintentional humor, making him both a beloved and an infamous figure in literary circles. He emigrated from Scotland to Canada in 1851 and settled in Ingersoll, Ontario, where he became a successful businessman and community leader.

James McIntyre

Every Rose Hath Its Thorn.

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Lost Son Found.

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George Menzies' Poems, 1883.

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The Shires On The Moray Frith.

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Lines Written In A Mental Album.

Where each one expressed some sentiment.


        In this album you may trace,
        If not the lineaments of face,
        There at least you will find
        Photographs of the mind.

        Some in earnest some in fun,
        Some do lecture some do pun,
        Here the maiden and the youth,
        Each proclaim some precious truth.

        And there is here some fine pages,
        Written by maturer ages,
        Where they show that time is brief,
        That soon comes sere and yellow leaf.

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The Mystery.

My mind is like a troubled sea
O'er which the winds forever sweep;
Within its depths, eternally,
My being's pulses throb and leap;
There germs of contemplation sleep,
Like stars beyond the Milky Way, -
Like pearls within the gloomy deep,
That never saw the light of day.

Oh, wondrous mind, how little known!
Whence comes the thought that through my brain
Floats weirdlike as the pleasing tone
That quickens a belovèd strain?
It may have graced some sweet refrain
A thousand years ago, or more;
Some Norman Prince, some valiant Dane,
May have imbibed it with their lore.

It may have strengthened Plato's soul,
Its clarion echoes ringing through
His brain, the heaven-reaching goal
Whence wisdom had its starry view;
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A Dull Uncertain Brain,

A dull uncertain brain,
But gifted yet to know
That God has cherubim who go
Singing an immortal strain,
Immortal here below.
I know the mighty bards,
I listen when they sing,
And now I know
The secret store
Which these explore
When they with torch of genius pierce
The tenfold clouds that cover
The riches of the universe
From God's adoring lover.
And if to me it is not given
To fetch one ingot thence
Of the unfading gold of Heaven
His merchants may dispense,
Yet well I know the royal mine,
And know the sparkle of its ore,
Know Heaven's truth from lies that shine--
Explored they teach us to explore.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Brain.

The brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.

The brain is deeper than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to blue,
The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.

The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Lines On Seeing Schiller's Skull.

Within a gloomy charnel-house one day

I view'd the countless skulls, so strangely mated,
And of old times I thought, that now were grey.

Close pack'd they stand, that once so fiercely hated,
And hardy bones, that to the death contended,

Are lying cross'd, to lie for ever, fated.
What held those crooked shoulder-blades suspended?

No one now asks; and limbs with vigour fired,
The hand, the foot their use in life is ended.

Vainly ye sought the tomb for rest when tired;
Peace in the grave may not be yours; ye're driven

Back into daylight by a force inspired;
But none can love the wither'd husk, though even

A glorious noble kernel it contained.
To me, an adept, was the writing given

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Where art thou, storehouse of the mind, gamer of facts and fancies, 
In what strange firmament are laid the beams of thine airy chambers?
Or art thou that small cavern, the centre of the rolling brain,
Where still one sandy morsel testifieth man's original?
Or hast thou some grand globe, some common hall of intellect,
Some spacious market-place for thought, where all do bring their wares.
And gladly rescued from the littleness, the narrow closet of a self,
The privileged soul hath large access, coming in the livery of learning?
Live we as isolated worlds, perfect in substance and spirit,
Each a sphere, with a special mind, prisoned in its shell of matter?
Or rather, as converging radiations, parts of one majestic whole.
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