Archibald Lampman

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

Archibald Lampman Poems

81. God-Speed To The Snow 4/8/2010
82. On The Companionship With Nature 4/8/2010
83. The Land Of Pallas 4/8/2010
84. The Loons 4/8/2010
85. The Child's Music Lesson 4/8/2010
86. The Autumn Waste 4/8/2010
87. Refuge 4/8/2010
88. The City 4/8/2010
89. The Bird And The Hour 4/8/2010
90. Sight 4/8/2010
91. Inter Vias 4/8/2010
92. The Sun Cup 4/8/2010
93. Distance 4/8/2010
94. New Year's Eve 4/8/2010
95. Winter Hue's Recalled 4/8/2010
96. At The Long Sault: May, 1660 1/1/2004
97. The Sweetness Of Life 4/8/2010
98. The Woodcutter's Hut 4/8/2010
99. Sleep 4/8/2010
100. Evening 1/1/2004
101. Music 4/8/2010
102. The Largest Life 4/8/2010
103. Spring On The River 4/8/2010
104. The Organist 4/8/2010
105. A Forecast 4/8/2010
106. Reality 1/1/2004
107. An Old Lesson From The Fields 4/8/2010
108. The Weaver 4/8/2010
109. Perfect Love 4/8/2010
110. Personality 4/8/2010
111. Life And Nature 4/8/2010
112. April 4/8/2010
113. The Frogs 1/1/2004
114. The Railway Station 1/1/2004
115. A Re-Assurance 4/8/2010
116. Outlook 1/1/2004
117. We Too Shall Sleep 4/8/2010
118. Amor Vitae 4/8/2010
119. A Sunset At Les Eboulements 1/1/2004
120. An Impression 4/8/2010

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

    Haunting and inspriing poetry

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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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