Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage; Once happiest village of the plain, Place now you look for it in vain; There but one man he doth make rich, And hundreds struggle in the ditch; "Ill fare the land to many ills a prey Where wealth accumelates but men decay." His honest Vicar of Wakefield Forever he will pleasure yield.
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James McIntyre
James McIntyre (baptised 25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906), called The Cheese Poet, was a poet.
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Lines Read at a Dairymaids Social 1887
Whr th yung lay waitrs wr rss as airymais Thrughut th wrl thy Th fam f ur twn Ingrsll, Th apital f airylan,…
Ensilage
Th farmrs nw shul all arnA fw fils with swt suthrn rn, It is lusius, thik an tall, Th bauty f th fils in fall Fr it th mak bst nsilag,…
Fertile Lands and Mammoth Cheese
In barrn istrit yu may Small frtil spt th grw fin what, Thr yu may fin th hist fruits, An grat, run, smth an sli rts…
Prologue
My frins, w sing Canaian thms, Fr in thm w pruly glry; Hr laks, hr rivrs an hr strams, Wrthy f rnwn in stry…
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