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Archibald Lampman's Poetry, by first line

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  • Comfort of the Fields
    What would'st thou have for easement after grief,
    When the 
    69 lines
  • In November (2)
    With loitering step and quiet eye,
    Beneath the low November sky,
    56 lines
  • Outlook
    Not to be conquered by these headlong days,
    But to stand free: to keep the mind at brood
    14 lines
  • In November (1)
    The leafless forests slowly yield
    To the thick-driving snow. A little while
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • We too shall Sleep
    Not, not for thee,
    Belovèd child, the burning grasp of life
    21 lines
  • The City at the End of Things
    Beside the pounding cataracts
    Of midnight streams unknown to us
    89 lines, 1 comment
  • Evening
    From upland slopes I see the cows file by,
    Lowing, great-chested, down the homeward trail,
    14 lines
  • Winter Evening
    To-night the very horses springing by
    Toss gold from whitened nostrils. In a dream
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Voices of Earth
    We have not heard the music of the spheres,
    The song of star to star, but there are sounds
    14 lines
  • A Thunderstorm
    A moment the wild swallows like a flight
    Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,
    14 lines
  • To a Millionaire
    The world in gloom and splendour passes by,
    And thou in the midst of it with brows that gleam,
    14 lines
  • A Sunset at Les Eboulements
    Broad shadows fall. On all the mountain side
    The scythe-swept fields are silent. Slowly home
    14 lines
  • Winter Uplands
    The frost that stings like fire upon my cheek,
    The loneliness of this forsaken ground,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Reality
    I stand at noon upon the heated flags
    At the bleached crossing of two streets, and dream
    14 lines
  • Winter-Solitude
    I saw the city's towers on a luminous pale-gray sky;
    Beyond 
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • At the Long Sault: May, 1660
    Under the day-long sun there is life and mirth
    &nbs
    106 lines
  • A Niagara Landscape
    Heavy with haze that merges and melts free
    Into the measureless depth on either hand,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • In Beechwood Cemetery
    Here the dead sleep--the quiet dead. No sound
    Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays.
    14 lines
  • Temagami
    Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines
    That turn the rivers eastward to the sea,
    14 lines
  • To the Ottawa
    Dear dark-brown waters full of all the stain
    Of sombre spruce-woods and the forest fens,
    14 lines
  • Morning on the Lièvre
    Far above us where a jay
    Screams his matins to the day,
    44 lines
  • Heat
    From plains that reel to southward, dim,
    The road runs by me white and bare;
    48 lines
  • Storm
    Out of the gray northwest, where many a day gone by
    &
    86 lines
  • Among The Timothy
    Long hours ago, while yet the morn was blithe,
    Nor sharp athirst had drunk the beaded dew,
    90 lines
  • April in the Hills
    T-day the world is wide and fair
    With sunny fields of lucid air,
    40 lines
  • The Truth
    Friend, though thy soul should burn thee, yet be still
    Thoughts were not meant for strife, nor tongues for swords,
    14 lines, 4 comments
  • After Rain
    For three whole days across the sky,
    In sullen packs that loomed and broke,
    42 lines
  • In March
    The sun falls warm: the southern winds awake:
    The air seethes upwards with a steamy shiver:
    14 lines
  • War
    By the Nile, the sacred river,
    I can see the captive hordes,
    103 lines
  • April Night
    How deep the April night is in its noon,
    The hopeful, solemn, many-murmured night!
    14 lines, 1 comment
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