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Windmills and Stone Stables By  James McIntyre Cows suffered in the days of old For want of water and from cold, Now of good water they have...

George Menzies By  James McIntyre About one third of a century ago there flourished in Canada three Scottish editors, all of whom were poets...

Mrs. Moody By  James McIntyre Mrs. Moody was a sister of the celebrated Agnes Strickland, author of "The Queens of England." When ...

A Late Walk By  Robert Lee Frost When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, ...

The Return of the Children By  Rudyard Kipling Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races —  Holding ha...

Persicos Odi To My Tobacconist By  William Hodgson Ellis I hate your imported Havannahs, Your perfumed cheroots I decline; His own special w...

Verses to a Young Lady By  Robert Burns Here, where the Scottish muse immortal lives,     In sacred strains and tuneful numbers join’d, Acce...