Crimean War.

At the announcement that Britain was to declare war Kossuth the Hungarian Patriot declared in an address in England that the British Lion was a sea dog but helpless on land.


        When the British Lion offered aid to the Turk,
        Round many lips a sneer of serious doubt did lurk,
        They said he was at home on sea, but when on land
        He would be as a ship wrecked upon the strand,
        Or like some huge ungainly crocodile
        Upon the marshy banks of sluggish Nile,
        Who could move gaily on the deep
        But on dry land could scarcely creep,
        But up the Alma heights he rushed like greyhound after hare,
        And in a moment by the throat he seized the Russian bear,
        Which begged so hard for mercy his life he did it spare,
        And closely now it is confined within its native lair,
        For its strong fortress of Sebastpol
        Was forced to submit to Great Britain's rule.

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.

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Canada Our Home, 1883.

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Niagara's Charms And Death Of Webb.

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Thanksgiving Ode, November 15th, 1888.

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Lines On Violets.

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