The Canadian Authors Meet (by F.R. Scott0

The Canadian Authors Meet

Expansive puppets percolate self-unction
Beneath a portrait of the Prince of Wales.
Miss Crotchett's muse has somehow failed to function,
Yet she's a poetess. Beaming, she sails

>From group to chattering group, with such a dear
Victorian saintliness, as is her fashion,
Greeting the other unknowns with a cheer --
Virgins of sixty who still write of passion.

The air is hevy with Canadian topics,
And Carman, Lampman, Roberts, Campbell, Scott,
Are measured for their faith and philanthropics,
Their zeal for God and King, their earnest thought.

The cakes are sweet, but sweeter is the feeling
That one is mixing with the /literati/;
It warms the cold, and melts the most congealing,
Really, it is a most delightful party.

Shall we go round the mulberry bush, or shall
We gather at the river, or shall we
Appoint a Poet Laureate this fall,
Or shall we have another cup of tea?

O Canada, O Canada, Oh can
A day go by without new authors springing
To paint the native maple, and to plan
More ways to set the selfsame welkin ringing?

- F..R. Scott (1945)

"George Dance" <georgedance04@yahoo.ca> wrote in message
news:1179070779.596753.81090@o5g2000hsb.googlegrou ps.com...
> The Canadian Authors Meet
>
> Expansive puppets percolate self-unction
> Beneath a portrait of the Prince of Wales.
> Miss Crotchett's muse has somehow failed to function,
> Yet she's a poetess. Beaming, she sails
>
> >From group to chattering group, with such a dear
> Victorian saintliness, as is her fashion,
> Greeting the other unknowns with a cheer --
> Virgins of sixty who still write of passion.
>
> The air is hevy with Canadian topics,
> And Carman, Lampman, Roberts, Campbell, Scott,
> Are measured for their faith and philanthropics,
> Their zeal for God and King, their earnest thought.
>
> The cakes are sweet, but sweeter is the feeling
> That one is mixing with the /literati/;
> It warms the cold, and melts the most congealing,
> Really, it is a most delightful party.
>
> Shall we go round the mulberry bush, or shall
> We gather at the river, or shall we
> Appoint a Poet Laureate this fall,
> Or shall we have another cup of tea?
>
> O Canada, O Canada, Oh can
> A day go by without new authors springing
> To paint the native maple, and to plan
> More ways to set the selfsame welkin ringing?
>
>
> - F..R. Scott (1945)

As I read the above poem I pinched myself with disbelief--

said to myself 'George can really express himsel!'

Then I came to the end. . .

Goodonya F.R.Scott!

On May 13, 3:10 pm, "Vera" <veral...@iinet.net.au> wrote:
> "George Dance" <georgedanc...@yahoo.ca> wrote in message
>
> news:1179070779.596753.81090@o5g2000hsb.googlegrou ps.com...
>
>
>
>
>
> > The Canadian Authors Meet
>
> > Expansive puppets percolate self-unction
> > Beneath a portrait of the Prince of Wales.
> > Miss Crotchett's muse has somehow failed to function,
> > Yet she's a poetess. Beaming, she sails
>
> > >From group to chattering group, with such a dear
> > Victorian saintliness, as is her fashion,
> > Greeting the other unknowns with a cheer --
> > Virgins of sixty who still write of passion.
>
> > The air is hevy with Canadian topics,
> > And Carman, Lampman, Roberts, Campbell, Scott,
> > Are measured for their faith and philanthropics,
> > Their zeal for God and King, their earnest thought.
>
> > The cakes are sweet, but sweeter is the feeling
> > That one is mixing with the /literati/;
> > It warms the cold, and melts the most congealing,
> > Really, it is a most delightful party.
>
> > Shall we go round the mulberry bush, or shall
> > We gather at the river, or shall we
> > Appoint a Poet Laureate this fall,
> > Or shall we have another cup of tea?
>
> > O Canada, O Canada, Oh can
> > A day go by without new authors springing
> > To paint the native maple, and to plan
> > More ways to set the selfsame welkin ringing?
>
> > - F..R. Scott (1945)
>
> As I read the above poem I pinched myself with disbelief--
>
> said to myself 'George can really express himsel!'
>
> Then I came to the end. . .
>
> Goodonya F.R.Scott!-

It's true, alas, that I'm writing nowhere near Scott's level yet. But
I enjoy reading him, as his level looks like an achievable benchmark.

In any case, I'm glad to see you reading some of my posts. Feel free
to comment on any of my efforts, in any manner you choose. (Even your
most negative dismissal woud be as a ray of pure sunlight compared to
some, who shall not be named here.)

I do have to warn you, though: Upset me, and I just might call you
"Miss Crotchett."

"George Dance" <georgedance04@yahoo.ca> wrote in message news:1179084709.243984.227960@n59g2000hsh.googlegr oups.com...
> On May 13, 3:10 pm, "Vera" <veral...@iinet.net.au> wrote:
>> "George Dance" <georgedanc...@yahoo.ca> wrote in message
>>
>> news:1179070779.596753.81090@o5g2000hsb.googlegrou ps.com...
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> > The Canadian Authors Meet
>>
>> > Expansive puppets percolate self-unction
>> > Beneath a portrait of the Prince of Wales.
>> > Miss Crotchett's muse has somehow failed to function,
>> > Yet she's a poetess. Beaming, she sails
>>
>> > >From group to chattering group, with such a dear
>> > Victorian saintliness, as is her fashion,
>> > Greeting the other unknowns with a cheer --
>> > Virgins of sixty who still write of passion.
>>
>> > The air is hevy with Canadian topics,
>> > And Carman, Lampman, Roberts, Campbell, Scott,
>> > Are measured for their faith and philanthropics,
>> > Their zeal for God and King, their earnest thought.
>>
>> > The cakes are sweet, but sweeter is the feeling
>> > That one is mixing with the /literati/;
>> > It warms the cold, and melts the most congealing,
>> > Really, it is a most delightful party.
>>
>> > Shall we go round the mulberry bush, or shall
>> > We gather at the river, or shall we
>> > Appoint a Poet Laureate this fall,
>> > Or shall we have another cup of tea?
>>
>> > O Canada, O Canada, Oh can
>> > A day go by without new authors springing
>> > To paint the native maple, and to plan
>> > More ways to set the selfsame welkin ringing?
>>
>> > - F..R. Scott (1945)
>>
>> As I read the above poem I pinched myself with disbelief--
>>
>> said to myself 'George can really express himsel!'
>>
>> Then I came to the end. . .
>>
>> Goodonya F.R.Scott!-
>
>
> It's true, alas, that I'm writing nowhere near Scott's level yet. But
> I enjoy reading him, as his level looks like an achievable benchmark.
>
> In any case, I'm glad to see you reading some of my posts. Feel free
> to comment on any of my efforts, in any manner you choose. (Even your
> most negative dismissal woud be as a ray of pure sunlight compared to
> some, who shall not be named here.)
>
> I do have to warn you, though: Upset me, and I just might call you
> "Miss Crotchett."
>
>
>
>

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George Dance	The Canadian Authors Meet (by F.R. Scott0 The Canadian Authors Meet Expansive puppets percolate self-unction Beneath a portrait of the Prince of Wales. Miss Crotchett's muse has somehow failed to function, Yet she's a poetess. Beaming, she sails >From group to chattering group, with such a dear Victorian saintliness, as is her fashion, Greeting the other unknowns with a cheer -- Virgins of sixty who still write of passion. The air is hevy with Canadian topics, And Carman, Lampman, Roberts, Campbell, Scott, Are measured for their faith and philanthropics, Their zeal for God and King, their earnest thought. The cakes are sweet, but sweeter is the feeling That one is mixing with the /literati/; It warms the cold, and melts the most congealing, Really, it is a most delightful party. Shall we go round the mulberry bush, or shall We gather at the river, or shall we Appoint a Poet Laureate this fall, Or shall we have another cup of tea? O Canada, O Canada, Oh can A day go by without new authors springing To paint the native maple, and to plan More ways to set the selfsame welkin ringing? - F..R. Scott (1945)

	#2
Vera	Re: The Canadian Authors Meet (by F.R. Scott0 "George Dance" <georgedance04@yahoo.ca> wrote in message news:1179070779.596753.81090@o5g2000hsb.googlegrou ps.com... > The Canadian Authors Meet > > Expansive puppets percolate self-unction > Beneath a portrait of the Prince of Wales. > Miss Crotchett's muse has somehow failed to function, > Yet she's a poetess. Beaming, she sails > > >From group to chattering group, with such a dear > Victorian saintliness, as is her fashion, > Greeting the other unknowns with a cheer -- > Virgins of sixty who still write of passion. > > The air is hevy with Canadian topics, > And Carman, Lampman, Roberts, Campbell, Scott, > Are measured for their faith and philanthropics, > Their zeal for God and King, their earnest thought. > > The cakes are sweet, but sweeter is the feeling > That one is mixing with the /literati/; > It warms the cold, and melts the most congealing, > Really, it is a most delightful party. > > Shall we go round the mulberry bush, or shall > We gather at the river, or shall we > Appoint a Poet Laureate this fall, > Or shall we have another cup of tea? > > O Canada, O Canada, Oh can > A day go by without new authors springing > To paint the native maple, and to plan > More ways to set the selfsame welkin ringing? > > > - F..R. Scott (1945) As I read the above poem I pinched myself with disbelief-- said to myself 'George can really express himsel!' Then I came to the end. . . Goodonya F.R.Scott!

	#4
Amadeus Jinn	Re: The Canadian Authors Meet (by F.R. Scott0 "George Dance" <georgedance04@yahoo.ca> wrote in message news:1179084709.243984.227960@n59g2000hsh.googlegr oups.com... > On May 13, 3:10 pm, "Vera" <veral...@iinet.net.au> wrote: >> "George Dance" <georgedanc...@yahoo.ca> wrote in message >> >> news:1179070779.596753.81090@o5g2000hsb.googlegrou ps.com... >> >> >> >> >> >> > The Canadian Authors Meet >> >> > Expansive puppets percolate self-unction >> > Beneath a portrait of the Prince of Wales. >> > Miss Crotchett's muse has somehow failed to function, >> > Yet she's a poetess. Beaming, she sails >> >> > >From group to chattering group, with such a dear >> > Victorian saintliness, as is her fashion, >> > Greeting the other unknowns with a cheer -- >> > Virgins of sixty who still write of passion. >> >> > The air is hevy with Canadian topics, >> > And Carman, Lampman, Roberts, Campbell, Scott, >> > Are measured for their faith and philanthropics, >> > Their zeal for God and King, their earnest thought. >> >> > The cakes are sweet, but sweeter is the feeling >> > That one is mixing with the /literati/; >> > It warms the cold, and melts the most congealing, >> > Really, it is a most delightful party. >> >> > Shall we go round the mulberry bush, or shall >> > We gather at the river, or shall we >> > Appoint a Poet Laureate this fall, >> > Or shall we have another cup of tea? >> >> > O Canada, O Canada, Oh can >> > A day go by without new authors springing >> > To paint the native maple, and to plan >> > More ways to set the selfsame welkin ringing? >> >> > - F..R. Scott (1945) >> >> As I read the above poem I pinched myself with disbelief-- >> >> said to myself 'George can really express himsel!' >> >> Then I came to the end. . . >> >> Goodonya F.R.Scott!- > > > It's true, alas, that I'm writing nowhere near Scott's level yet. But > I enjoy reading him, as his level looks like an achievable benchmark. > > In any case, I'm glad to see you reading some of my posts. Feel free > to comment on any of my efforts, in any manner you choose. (Even your > most negative dismissal woud be as a ray of pure sunlight compared to > some, who shall not be named here.) > > I do have to warn you, though: Upset me, and I just might call you > "Miss Crotchett." > > > >