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Archibald Lampman
17 November 1861 – 10 February 1899
Poetry Listing
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Ballade Of Waiting. | No girdle hath weaver or goldsmith wrought | | 28 | 607 | | 2: | A Forecast. | What days await this woman, whose strange feet | | 14 | 585 | | 3: | A Night Of Storm. | Oh city, whom grey stormy hands have sown | | 14 | 472 | | 4: | A Prayer. | Oh earth, oh dewy mother, breathe on us | | 14 | 461 | | 5: | A Re-Assurance | With what doubting eyes, oh sparrow, | | 8 | 477 | | 6: | A Song. | Oh night and sleep, | | 30 | 516 | | 7: | A Thunderstorm | A moment the wild swallows like a flight | | 14 | 632 | | 8: | A Vision Of Twilight | By a void and soundless river | | 96 | 579 | | 9: | Abu Midjan. | Underneath a tree at noontide | | 72 | 482 | | 10: | After Rain | For three whole days across the sky, | | 42 | 510 | | 11: | Alcyone | In the silent depth of space, | | 51 | 472 | | 12: | Among The Millet. | The dew is gleaming in the grass, | | 20 | 522 | | 13: | Among The Orchards | Already in the dew-wrapped vineyards dry | | 14 | 484 | | 14: | Among The Timothy. | Long hours ago, while yet the morn was blithe, | | 90 | 509 | | 15: | Amor Vitć | I love the warm bare earth and all | | 28 | 447 | | 16: | An Athenian Reverie. | How the returning days, one after one, | | 432 | 477 | | 17: | An Autumn Landscape | No wind there is that either pipes or moans; | | 36 | 442 | | 18: | An Impression. | I heard the city time-bells call | | 8 | 469 | | 19: | An October Sunset. | One moment the slim cloudflakes seem to lean | | 10 | 477 | | 20: | An Ode To The Hills | Ćons ago ye were, | | 110 | 471 | | 21: | An Old Lesson From The Fields. | Even as I watched the daylight how it sped | | 14 | 465 | | 22: | April In The Hills | To-day the world is wide and fair | | 40 | 483 | | 23: | April Night | How deep the April night is in its noon, | | 14 | 472 | | 24: | April. | Pale season, watcher in unvexed suspense, | | 77 | 481 | | 25: | Aspiration. | Oh deep-eyed brothers was there ever here, | | 14 | 456 | | 26: | At The Ferry | On such a day the shrunken stream | | 88 | 464 | | 27: | Autumn Maples. | The thoughts of all the maples who shall name, | | 14 | 485 | | 28: | Ballade Of Summer's Sleep. | Sweet summer is gone; they have laid her away | | 28 | 454 | | 29: | Before Sleep. | Now the creeping nets of sleep | | 66 | 526 | | 30: | Between The Rapids. | The point is turned; the twilight shadow fills | | 70 | 444 | | 31: | By An Autumn Stream | Now overhead, | | 36 | 440 | | 32: | Chione | Scarcely a breath about the rocky stair | | 155 | 471 | | 33: | Cloud-Break | With a turn of his magical rod, | | 24 | 451 | | 34: | Comfort Of The Fields | What would'st thou have for easement after grief, | | 64 | 409 | | 35: | Comfort. | Comfort the sorrowful with watchful eyes | | 14 | 474 | | 36: | Deeds. | Tis well with words, oh masters, ye have sought | | 14 | 464 | | 37: | Despondency. | Slow figures in some live remorseless frieze, | | 14 | 429 | | 38: | Distance | To the distance! Ah, the distance! | | 8 | 416 | | 39: | Easter Eve. | Hear me, Brother, gently met; | | 216 | 462 | | 40: | Evening | From upland slopes I see the cows file by, | | 14 | 449 | | 41: | Favorites Of Pan | Once, long ago, before the gods | | 72 | 443 | | 42: | Forest Moods | There is singing of birds in the deep wet woods, | | 16 | 464 | | 43: | Freedom. | Out of the heart of the city begotten | | 66 | 453 | | 44: | Gentleness. | Blind multitudes that jar confusedly | | 14 | 510 | | 45: | God-Speed To The Snow | March is slain; the keen winds fly; | | 23 | 407 | | 46: | Good Speech | Think not, because thine inmost heart means well, | | 6 | 424 | | 47: | Heat. | From plains that reel to southward, dim, | | 48 | 475 | | 48: | In March | The sun falls warm: the southern winds awake: | | 14 | 469 | | 49: | In May | Grief was my master yesternight; | | 36 | 428 | | 50: | In November | With loitering step and quiet eye, | | 54 | 389 | | 51: | In November. | The hills and leafless forests slowly yield | | 14 | 471 | | 52: | In October. | Along the waste, a great way off, the pines, | | 32 | 453 | | 53: | Indian Summer | The old grey year is near his term in sooth, | | 14 | 561 | | 54: | Inter Vias | Tis a land where no hurricane falls, | | 40 | 470 | | 55: | June | Long, long ago, it seems, this summer morn | | 81 | 473 | | 56: | Knowledge. | What is more large than knowledge and more sweet; | | 14 | 492 | | 57: | Lament Of The Winds. | We in sorrow coldly witting, | | 24 | 400 | | 58: | Life And Nature | I passed through the gates of the city, | | 28 | 444 | | 59: | Love-Doubt. | Yearning upon the faint rose-curves that flit | | 14 | 475 | | 60: | Love-Wonder. | Or whether sad or joyous be her hours, | | 14 | 493 | | 61: | March. | Over the dripping roofs and sunk snow-barrows | | 14 | 413 | | 62: | Midnight. | From where I sit, I see the stars, | | 20 | 441 | | 63: | Midsummer Night. | Mother of balms and soothings manifold, | | 14 | 442 | | 64: | Morning On The Ličvres. | Far above us where a jay | | 44 | 448 | | 65: | Music. | Move on, light hands, so strongly tenderly, | | 14 | 550 | | 66: | New Year's Eve. | Once on the year's last eve in my mind's might | | 28 | 448 | | 67: | One Day. | The trees rustle; the wind blows | | 24 | 472 | | 68: | Outlook. | Not to be conquered by these headlong days, | | 14 | 443 | | 69: | Passion. | As a weed beneath the ocean, | | 12 | 475 | | 70: | Peccavi, Domine | O Power to whom this earthly clime | | 56 | 412 | | 71: | Perfect Love. | Beloved, those who moan of love's brief day | | 14 | 468 | | 72: | Personality | O differing human heart, | | 17 | 452 | | 73: | Refuge | Where swallows and wheatfields are, | | 16 | 452 | | 74: | Sapphics | Clothed in splendour, beautifully sad and silent, | | 28 | 511 | | 75: | September | Now hath the summer reached her golden close, | | 72 | 429 | | 76: | Sight. | The world is bright with beauty, and its days | | 14 | 512 | | 77: | Sleep. | If any man, with sleepless care oppressed, | | 34 | 518 | | 78: | Snow | White are the far-off plains, and white | | 36 | 511 | | 79: | Snowbirds | Along the narrow sandy height | | 18 | 504 | | 80: | Solitude. | How still it is here in the woods. The trees | | 14 | 480 | | 81: | Song Of The Stream-Drops. | By silent forest and field and mossy stone, | | 24 | 427 | | 82: | Song. | Songs that could span the earth, | | 20 | 473 | | 83: | Spring On The River. | O sun, shine hot on the river; | | 32 | 459 | | 84: | Storm. | Out of the grey northwest, where many a day gone by | | 77 | 531 | | 85: | Sunset | From this windy bridge at rest, | | 32 | 470 | | 86: | The Autumn Waste | There is no break in all the wide grey sky, | | 14 | 489 | | 87: | The Better Day | Harsh thoughts, blind angers, and fierce hands, | | 20 | 491 | | 88: | The Bird And The Hour | The sun looks over a little hill | | 16 | 477 | | 89: | The Child's Music Lesson. | Why weep ye in your innocent toil at all? | | 48 | 437 | | 90: | The City | Canst thou not rest, O city, | | 52 | 453 | | 91: | The City Of The End Of Things | Beside the pounding cataracts | | 88 | 484 | | 92: | The City. | Beyond the dusky corn-fields, toward the west, | | 14 | 425 | | 93: | The Clearer Self | Before me grew the human soul, | | 24 | 519 | | 94: | The Coming Of Winter. | Out of the Northland sombre weirds are calling; | | 12 | 465 | | 95: | The Dog. | Grotesque!" we said, the moment we espied him, | | 14 | 553 | | 96: | The Frogs. | Breathers of wisdom won without a quest, | | 70 | 547 | | 97: | The Islet And The Palm | O gentle sister spirit, when you smile | | 12 | 452 | | 98: | The King's Sabbath. | Once idly in his hall king Olave sat | | 14 | 446 | | 99: | The Land Of Pallas | Methought I journeyed along ways that led for ever | | 148 | 472 | | 100: | The Little Handmaiden. | The King's son walks in the garden fair | | 68 | 463 | | 101: | The Loons. | Once ye were happy, once by many a shore, | | 14 | 465 | | 102: | The Martyrs. | Oh ye, who found in men's brief ways no sign | | 14 | 454 | | 103: | The Meadow | Here when the cloudless April days begin, | | 80 | 466 | | 104: | The Monk. | In Nino's chamber not a sound intrudes | | 376 | 459 | | 105: | The Moon-Path | The full, clear moon uprose and spread | | 40 | 426 | | 106: | The Mystery Of A Year | A little while, a year agone, | | 16 | 414 | | 107: | The Organist. | In his dim chapel day by day | | 117 | 449 | | 108: | The Poet's Possession | Think not, oh master of the well-tilled field, | | 8 | 481 | | 109: | The Poet's Song | There came no change from week to week | | 100 | 443 | | 110: | The Poets. | Half god, half brute, within the self-same shell, | | 14 | 457 | | 111: | The Railway Station. | The darkness brings no quiet here, the light | | 14 | 474 | | 112: | The Return Of The Year | Again the warm bare earth, the noon | | 32 | 459 | | 113: | The Song Of Pan | Mad with love and laden | | 24 | 415 | | 114: | The Song Sparrow | Fair little scout, that when the iron year | | 14 | 471 | | 115: | The Sun Cup | The earth is the cup of the sun, | | 20 | 443 | | 116: | The Sweetness Of Life | It fell on a day I was happy, | | 40 | 401 | | 117: | The Three Pilgrims. | In days, when the fruit of men's labour was sparing, | | 100 | 468 | | 118: | The Truth. | Friend, though thy soul should burn thee, yet be still. | | 14 | 513 | | 119: | The Weaver. | All day, all day, round the clacking net | | 36 | 429 | | 120: | The Woodcutter's Hut | Far up in the wild and wintery hills in the heart of the cliff-broken woods, | | 50 | 461 | | 121: | Three Flower Petals. | What saw I yesterday walking apart | | 24 | 490 | | 122: | To My Daughter | O little one, daughter, my dearest, | | 24 | 481 | | 123: | To My Mother | Mother, to whose valiant will, | | 8 | 447 | | 124: | To My Wife. | Though fancy and the might of rhyme, | | 8 | 459 | | 125: | To The Cricket | Didst thou not tease and fret me to and fro, | | 14 | 409 | | 126: | To The Prophetic Soul | What are these bustlers at the gate | | 28 | 463 | | 127: | Unrest. | All day upon the garden bright | | 16 | 454 | | 128: | Vivia Perpetua | Now being on the eve of death, discharged | | 393 | 437 | | 129: | Voices Of Earth | We have not heard the music of the spheres, | | 14 | 456 | | 130: | War | By the Nile, the sacred river, | | 104 | 451 | | 131: | We Too Shall Sleep | Not, not for thee, | | 20 | 442 | | 132: | What Do Poets Want With Gold? | What do poets want with gold, | | 46 | 483 | | 133: | White Pansies | Day and night pass over, rounding, | | 20 | 400 | | 134: | Why Do Ye Call The Poet Lonely. | Why do ye call the poet lonely, | | 4 | 500 | | 135: | Winter Evening | To-night the very horses springing by | | 14 | 471 | | 136: | Winter Hues Recalled. | Life is not all for effort: there are hours, | | 100 | 413 | | 137: | Winter-Break | All day between high-curded clouds the sun | | 14 | 450 | | 138: | Winter-Store | Subtly conscious, all awake, | | 236 | 399 | | 139: | Winter-Thought. | The wind-swayed daisies, that on every side | | 14 | 450 | | 140: | Winter. | The long days came and went; the riotous bees | | 72 | 493 | | 141: | With The Night | O doubts, dull passions, and base fears, | | 8 | 464 |
About:
Archibald Lampman was a Canadian poet.
Lampman associated with Charles G. D. Roberts, Susanna Moodie, Catherine Parr Traill, Duncan Campbell Scott, and William Wilfred Campbell. He was one of the Confederation Poets and was elected as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada in 1895.
He is widely regarded as Canada's finest 19th century English language poet. Lampman's poetry concerns Canada's rural life and the wonders of nature and can be compared to British romantic and nature poetry contemporary to his life. Lampman's ability to write detailed, meaningful poems that depict traditional Canadian and Native American life was one of his greatest triumphs as a poet, and probably one of the reasons why his work has had lasting impact in the Canadian canon.
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