Indian Mutiny.

        British infants who were nobly born
        Were from their bleeding mother's bosom torn,
        And with the bayonet dashed upon the street
        There left to lie for native dogs to eat.

        But the British Lion he quick o'erthrew,
        Both the high and the low Hindoo,
        Now they respect the Christian laws
        For fear of British Lion's paws.

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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Gray Hairs.

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North-West Rebellion, 1885.

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Coleridge, Southey And Wordsworth.

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George Menzies' Poems, 1883.

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Jackal And Child.

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Crimean War.

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        They said he was at home on sea, but when on land
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"The sleep that Tippoo Sahib sleeps
    Heeds not the cry of man;
The faith that Tippoo Sahib keeps
    No judge on earth may scan;
He is the lord of whom ye hold
    Spirit and sense and limb,
Fetter and chain are all ye gain
    Who dared to plead with him."

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It fell in the year of Mutiny,
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John Nicholson by Jalándhar came,
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And as he by Jalándhar came,
    He thought what he must do,
And he sent to the Rajah fair greeting,
    To try if he were true.

"God grant your Highness length of days,
    And friends when need shall be;
And I pray you send your Captains hither,
    That they may speak with me."

On the morrow through Jalándhar town
    The Captains rode in state;
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    And stood before the gate.

The chief of them was Mehtab Singh,
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