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

The Gates Ajar.

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Canada Before The Confederation Of The Provinces.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

A Bird's Nest.

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Lines On South Of Scotland.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

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        Genius of Dryden and of Pope,
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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.
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    And gracious reverence to humbly bow,
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