James McIntyre

[The Cheese Poet] (25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

James McIntyre Poems

1. Oxford Cheese Ode 1/3/2003
2. Ode On The Mammoth Cheese 1/3/2003
3. American Poets: Longfellow 1/3/2003
4. Prophecy Of A Ten Ton Cheese 1/3/2003
5. Dairy Ode 1/3/2003
6. Irish Poets: Oliver Goldsmith 1/3/2003
7. Nova Scotia 1/3/2003
8. Mrs. Moody 1/3/2003
9. Father Ranney, The Cheese Pioneer 1/3/2003
10. Windmills And Stone Stables 1/3/2003
11. Hints To Cheese Makers 1/3/2003
12. Prologue 1/3/2003
13. English Poets: Shelley 1/3/2003
14. Fertile Lands And Mammoth Cheese 1/3/2003
15. Ensilage 1/3/2003
16. Lines Read At A Dairymaids' Social, 1887 1/3/2003
17. Lines Read At A Dairymen's Supper 1/3/2003
18. Agricultural, Implements And Machinery 5/4/2012
19. Adventure On A Raft 5/4/2012
20. A Bird's Nest 5/4/2012
21. Brodie Castle 5/4/2012
22. An Autograph 5/4/2012
23. A Civic Holiday Trip 5/4/2012
24. A Providential Escape 5/4/2012
25. A Crooked Looking Glass 5/4/2012
26. Burns And Scott 5/4/2012
27. Brantford 5/4/2012
28. A Concert Invitation 5/4/2012
29. A Romance Of Canada 5/4/2012
30. A Concert-Impromptu 5/4/2012
31. Byron 5/4/2012
32. Book Agent Story 5/4/2012
33. Bryant 5/4/2012
34. A Christmas Tree 5/4/2012
35. Caledonian Games 5/4/2012
36. Abundant Harvest 5/4/2012
37. Canadian Rivers And Lake 5/4/2012
38. Canadian Sports And Games And Plays 5/4/2012
39. Campbells Block 5/4/2012
40. Canada Our Home 5/4/2012
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Oxford Cheese Ode

The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.

A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,
O'er cropped the weary land grew poor
And nearly barren as a moor,
But now the owners live at ease
Rejoicing in their crop of cheese.

And since they justly treat the soil,
Are well rewarded for their toil,
The land enriched by goodly cows,
Yie'ds plenty now to ...

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Oxford Cheese Ode

The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.

A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,

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