Archibald Lampman

(17 November 1861 - 10 February 1899 / Morpeth, Ontario)

Archibald Lampman Poems

41. In May 4/8/2010
42. Indian Summer 4/8/2010
43. By An Autumn Stream 4/8/2010
44. White Pansies 4/8/2010
45. Why Do Ye Call The Poet Lonely 4/8/2010
46. Unrest 4/8/2010
47. The Meadow 4/8/2010
48. The Moon-Path 4/8/2010
49. The Mystery Of A Year 4/8/2010
50. The Dog 4/8/2010
51. The Little Handmaiden 4/8/2010
52. To The Cricket 4/8/2010
53. Sunset 4/8/2010
54. Sapphics 4/8/2010
55. Song 4/8/2010
56. Peccavi, Domine 4/8/2010
57. Knowledge 4/8/2010
58. To My Wife 4/8/2010
59. The Martyrs 4/8/2010
60. Ballade Of Summer's Sleep 4/8/2010
61. Forest Moods 4/8/2010
62. To My Daughter 4/8/2010
63. To My Mother 4/8/2010
64. Song Of The Stream-Drops 4/8/2010
65. Snow 4/8/2010
66. The Return Of The Year 4/8/2010
67. The Better Day 4/8/2010
68. Aspiration 4/8/2010
69. On Lake Temiscamingue 4/8/2010
70. Storm 1/1/2004
71. April Night 4/8/2010
72. Cloud-Break 4/8/2010
73. To The Ottawa 1/1/2004
74. The Song Sparrow 4/8/2010
75. Three Flower Petals 4/8/2010
76. Comfort Of The Fields 1/1/2004
77. April In The Hills 4/8/2010
78. To The Prophetic Soul 4/8/2010
79. On The Companionship With Nature 4/8/2010
80. God-Speed To The Snow 4/8/2010

Comments about Archibald Lampman

  • M. Sprindys (12/15/2018 6:39:00 PM)

    Lorenna Mckinnet does a lovely rendition of Snow. Beautiful words indeed.

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  • Izuchukwu Ike (11/26/2018 6:51:00 PM)

    can you make a person read the poem. The robot's voice drives my mind crazy

  • Izuchukwu Ike (11/26/2018 6:49:00 PM)

    what is the theme of the poem and can you tell us more about it

  • Paul Reed Paul Reed (12/18/2013 8:26:00 AM)

    Haunting and inspriing poetry

Best Poem of Archibald Lampman

A Night Of Storm

Oh city, whom grey stormy hands have sown,
With restless drift, scarce broken now of any,
Out of the dark thy windows dim and many
Gleam red across the storm. Sound is there none,
Save evermore the fierce wind's sweep and moan,
From whose grey hands the keen white snow is shaken
In desperate gusts, that fitfully lull and waken,
Dense as night's darkness round they towers of stone.

Darkling and strange art thou thus vexed and chidden;
More dark and strange thy veiled agony,
City of storm, in whose grey heart are hidden
What stormier woes, what lives that ...

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Temagami

Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines
That turn the rivers eastward to the sea,
Set with a thousand islands, crowned with pines,
Lies the deep water, wild Temagami:
Wild for the hunter's roving, and the use
Of trappers in its dark and trackless vales,
Wild with the trampling of the giant moose,
And the weird magic of old Indian tales.
All day with steady paddles toward the west

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