Bryant.

        Some in front rank will defiant,
        Boldly place the poet Bryant.

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

Lines On A Lawn Party.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Birth Of Canada As A Nation, July First, 1867.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Holmes.

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Prologue To South Ontario Sketches.

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        The brilliant, pasionate Byron.
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        And Millar poet of Sierras,
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Dryden And Pope.

        Genius of Dryden and of Pope,
        Both did take a mighty scope,
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        The second showed us Troys fate.
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Arms And The Man. - Heroes And Statesmen.

Of their great names I may record but few;
He who beholds the Ocean white with sails
And copies each confuses all the view,
        He paints too much - and fails.

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        Like fruit that's large and ripe and mellow,
        Sweet and luscious is Longfellow,
        Melodious songs he oft did pour
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The harp has fallen from the master's hand;
Mute is the music, voiceless are the strings,
    Save such faint discord as the wild wind flings
In sad aeolian murmurs through the land.
The tide of melody, whose billows grand
    Flowed o'er the world in clearest utterings,
    Now, in receding current, sobs and sings
That song we never wholly understand.
* * O, eyes where glorious prophecies belong,
    And gracious reverence to humbly bow,
And kingly spirit, proud, and pure, and strong;
    O, pallid minstrel with the laureled brow,
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