Archibald Lampman

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

Archibald Lampman Poems

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

XI
Belovèd, those who moan of love's brief day
Shall find but little grace with me, I guess,
Who know too well this passion's tenderness
To deem that it shall lightly pass away,
A moment's interlude in life's dull play;
Though many loves have lingered to distress,
So shall not ours, sweet Lady, ne'ertheless,
But deepen with us till both heads be grey.

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