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Archibald Lampman's Poetry, by title

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  • A Ballade of Waiting
    No girdle hath weaver or goldsmith wrought
    So rich as the arms of my love can be;
    29 lines
  • A Forecast
    What days await this woman, whose strange feet
    Breathe spells, whose presence makes men dream like wine,
    14 lines
  • A January Morning
    The glittering roofs are still with frost; each worn 
    Black chimney builds into the quiet sky
    13 lines, 3 comments
  • A Niagara Landscape
    Heavy with haze that merges and melts free
    Into the measureless depth on either hand,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • A Night of Storm
    Oh city, whom grey stormy hands have sown,
    With restless drift, scarce broken now of any,
    14 lines
  • A Prayer
    Oh earth, oh dewy mother, breathe on us
    Something of all thy beauty and thy might,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • A Re-Assurance
    With what doubting eyes, oh sparrow,
    Thou regardest me,
    8 lines
  • A Song
    Oh night and sleep,
    Ye are so soft and deep,
    30 lines, 1 comment
  • A Sunset at Les Eboulements
    Broad shadows fall. On all the mountain side
    The scythe-swept fields are silent. Slowly home
    14 lines
  • A Thunderstorm
    A moment the wild swallows like a flight
    Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,
    14 lines
  • A Vision Of Twilight
    By a void and soundless river
      On the outer edge of space,
    106 lines
  • Abu Midjan
    Underneath a tree at noontide
    Abu Midjan sits distressed,
    72 lines
  • After Rain
    For three whole days across the sky,
    In sullen packs that loomed and broke,
    42 lines
  • Alcyone
    In the silent depth of space,
    Immeasurably old, immeasurably far,
    54 lines
  • Among The Millet
    The dew is gleaming in the grass,
    The morning hours are seven,
    20 lines
  • Among The Orchards
    Already in the dew-wrapped vineyards dry
    Dense weights of heat press down. The large bright drops
    13 lines
  • Among The Timothy
    Long hours ago, while yet the morn was blithe,
    Nor sharp athirst had drunk the beaded dew,
    90 lines
  • Amor Vitae
    I love the warm bare earth and all
      That works and dreams thereon:
    33 lines
  • An Athenian Reverie
    How the returning days, one after one,
    Came ever in their rhythmic round, unchanged,
    432 lines
  • An Autumn Landscape
    No wind there is that either pipes or moans;
    The fields are cold and still; the sky
    36 lines
  • An Impression
    I heard the city time-bells call
    Far off in hollow towers,
    8 lines
  • An October Sunset
    One moment, the slim cloudflakes seem to lean
    With their sad sunward faces aureoled,
    10 lines
  • An Ode To The Hills
    AEons ago ye were,
    Before the struggling changeful race of man
    119 lines
  • An Old Lesson From The Fields
    Even as I watched the daylight how it sped
    From noon till eve, and saw the light wind pass
    14 lines
  • April
    Pale season, watcher in unvexed suspense,
    Still priestess of the patient middle day,
    77 lines
  • April in the Hills
    T-day the world is wide and fair
    With sunny fields of lucid air,
    40 lines
  • April Night
    How deep the April night is in its noon,
    The hopeful, solemn, many-murmured night!
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Aspiration
    Oh deep-eyed brothers was there ever here,
    Or is there now, or shall there sometime be
    14 lines
  • At The Ferry
    On such a day the shrunken stream
    Spends its last water and runs dry;
    88 lines
  • At the Long Sault: May, 1660
    Under the day-long sun there is life and mirth
    &nbs
    106 lines
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