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itsbrowntown: The City At the End of Things by Archibald Lampman The Hollow Men by TS Eliot. Portions of Leaves of Grass as well.

raj65025523: He setteth his lips to the brim, With a long last look of his eye, And lifts it and draineth it dry.' From ‘The Sun Cup’ (1890) by nineteenth-century Canadian poet Archibald Lampman.

AliceSchultz67: Dreamy crowds are moving yonder In a faint and phantom blue; Through the dusk I lean, and wonder If their winsome shapes are true; But in veiling indecision Come my questions back again-- Which is real? The fleeting vision? Or the fleeting world of men? -- Archibald Lampman

mctaytelbaum: The Railway Station Poem by Archibald Lampman

Trinity_College: Join the Trinity College Friends of the Library for the 22nd annual Archibald Lampman Poetry Reading with Trinity alumna Rosemary Clewes: Tues, March 23, 2021 at 7:30 pm ET via Zoom. Details & registration

thenfb: Take a tour of the picturesque Lièvre river through the words of poet Archibald Lampman. Watch MORNING ON THE LIÈVE for free →

Warped_Echo: this is a snippet from Life and Nature, by Archibald Lampman (in case anyone was curious)

Olaindeach: Snow! And thus my favourite poem about snow by Archibald Lampman.

lovetodecor: There is a beauty at the goal of life / A beauty growing since the world began, / Through every age and race, through lapse and strife / Till the great human soul complete her span. Archibald Lampman RAHUL VAIDYA FOR THE WIN

CMFScholarships: Canadian poet Archibald Lampman wrote "The glittering roofs are still with frost; each worn Black chimney builds into the quiet sky / Its curling pile to crumble silently." Is that what you think of when you think of Canada?

evvanbuc: Last night I taught my students about hegemony and the imagined city/country divide using Archibald Lampman's long poem *The Story of an Affinity*, and they caught on so quickly! These kids are going to be alright.

SNtwitt3r: Archibald Lampman - To a Millionaire (1891) The world in gloom and splendour passes by, and thou in the midst of it with brows that gleam, a creature of that old distorted dream that makes the sound of life an evil cry. / 1

BeechwoodOttawa: As Archibald Lampman's poem - In Beechwood Cemetery - says Here the dead sleep--the quiet dead. No sound Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays. Winter mid snow caresses the tired ground, And the wind roars about the woodland ways

BeechwoodOttawa: As Archibald Lampman's poem - In Beechwood Cemetery - Here the dead sleep--the quiet dead. No sound Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays. Winter mid snow caresses the tired ground, And the wind roars about the woodland way

TorontoMGs: "Like some soft minister of dreams The snow-fall hoods me round; In wood and water, earth and air, A silence everywhere." Archibald Lampman

FadedBleuJeans: "Like some soft minister of dreams The snow-fall hoods me round; In wood and water, earth and air, A silence everywhere." Archibald Lampman

EarthEthicsCtr: ....joy inscrutable without a name, Wakes in his heart thoughts bedded there, impearled, Before the birth and making of the world. Voices of Earth - Archibald Lampman Image created by Reto Stockli with the help of Alan Nelson, under the leadership of Fritz Hasler

AliceSchultz67: ... Till the rounded moon shall grow Great above the western snow, Shining into burnished gold; And the silver earth outrolled, In the misty yellow light Shall take on the width of night. -- Archibald Lampman, "Sunset"

Velociguy: Like some soft minister of dreams The snow-fall hoods me round; In wood and water, earth and air, A silence everywhere. -from Snow, Archibald Lampman Merry Christmas to all!

BeechwoodOttawa: In Beechwood Cemetery by Archibald Lampman With leaf and bloom and pipe of wind and bird, And the old earth puts forth her tender grass, By them unfelt, unheeded and unheard. Our centuries to them are but as strokes In the dim gamut of some far-off chime. 2/3

BeechwoodOttawa: In Beechwood Cemetery by Archibald Lampman Here the dead sleep--the quiet dead. No sound Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays. Winter mid snow caresses the tired ground, And the wind roars about the woodland ways. Springtime and summer and red autumn pass, 1/3

BeechwoodOttawa: In Beechwood Cemetery by Archibald Lampman Unaltering rest their perfect being cloaks-- A thing too vast to hear or feel or see-- Children of Silence and Eternity, They know no season but the end of time 3/3

GardenerPodcast: November 17, 2020 Ten Ways to Rewild, Solway Moss, William Barton, William Caparne, Archibald Lampman, The Garden Chef by Phaidon Editors, and Queen Charlotte

bywordsdotca: Arc Poetry Magazine's 2020’s Archibald Lampman Award Winner is… Ben Ladouceur, Diana Brebner Prize Winner is Karen Massey and Honourable Mention is Dessa Bayrock. Congratulations to all!

RustyPriske: Congratulations Ben Ladouceur, winner of the 2020 Archibald Lampman Award!

AliceSchultz67: Softly as a cloud we go, Sky above and sky below, Down the river; and the dip Of the paddles scarcely breaks, With the little silvery drip Of the water as it shakes From the blades, the crystal deep Of the silence of the morn, Of the forest yet asleep ... -- Archibald Lampman

Faust89823700: Archibald Lampman - Midnight From where I sit, I see the stars, And down the chilly floor The moon between the frozen bars Is glimmering dim and hoar. Without in many a peakèd mound The glinting snowdrifts lie; There is no voice or living sound;

Faust89823700: Archibald Lampman - An October Sunset One moment, the slim cloudflakes seem to lean With their sad sunward faces aureoled, And longing lips set downward brightening To take the last sweet hand kiss of the king, Gone down beyond the closing west acold;

DaizGone: There is a beauty at the goal of life / A beauty growing since the world began, / Through every age and race, through lapse and strife / Till the great human soul complete her span.      Archibald Lampman

lah_ann: The Railway Station : Archibald Lampman : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

thereaderorg: We're live now over on Facebook reading Outlook by Archibald Lampman:

ManteMolepo: Nothing quite captures an Ontario summer than this poem by Archibald Lampman

bywordsdotca: congratulations to Arc Poetry Magazine's Archibald Lampman Award short-listed poets Mary Lee Bragg, David Groulx and Ben Ladouceur

coachhousebooks: Congratulations to Ben Ladouceur for being shortlisted for the ARC Magazine’s Archibald Lampman Award for Mad Long Emotion!

HrothN: The cows, each with her peaceful cud, Lie waiting for the heat to pass. From somewhere on the slope near by Into the pale depth of the noon. - Archibald Lampman -

HrothN: In the sloped shadow of my hat I lean at rest, and drain the heat; Nay more, I think some blessed power Hath brought me wandering idly here: In the full furnace of this hour My thoughts grow keen and clear. - Archibald Lampman -

suznuz: Beyond me in the fields the sun Soaks in the grass and hath his will; I count the marguerites one by one; Even the buttercups are still. –-Archibald Lampman (1861–99)

AliceSchultz67: Sky above and sky below -- Archibald Lampman

Heald_Place: Here is the poem for today 'Solitude' written by Archibald Lampman;

RhapsodePrime: Listen to: The Poet's Possession (:39)by Archibald Lampman performed by Bob Gonzalez…

AliceSchultz67: It fell on a day I was happy, And the winds, the concave sky, The flowers and the beasts in the meadow Seemed happy even as I; ... 'We are born, we are reared, and we linger A various space and die; We dream, and are bright and happy, But we cannot answer why.' -Archibald Lampman

moodiesue: Wilfred Campbell beats Archibald Lampman hands down.

AliceSchultz67: Even this little brook, that runs at ease, Whispering and gurgling in its knotted bed, Seems but to deepen with its curling thread Of sound the shadowy sun-pierced silences. -- Archibald Lampman, "Solitude"

AnchoraeQuartet: The text in our Isolation Choir piece is by Archibald Lampman (1861-1899). It seems particularly relevant given our current circumstances.

1anhaga: An old bit about some poetry for the apocalypse. Archibald Lampman's "The City of the End of Things":

tomhalfordnovel: With silence and the sharp unpitying stars, Stern creeping frosts, and winds that touch like steel, Out of the depth beyond the eastern bars, Glittering and still shall come the awful butt. -Archibald Lampman, 1899

Trinity_College: Tonight (Feb. 25): Join us for the Trinity College Friends of the Library's 21st Annual Archibald Lampman Poetry Reading with Alexandra Oliver. The event starts at 7:30 pm in the Combination Room at Trinity (6 Hoskin Ave.)

Trinity_College: Join us for the Trinity College Friends of the Library's 21st Annual Archibald Lampman Poetry Reading with Alexandra Oliver: Tuesday, February 25 at 7:30 pm (Combination Room at Trinity College: 6 Hoskin Ave)

PoetryTrain: Poetry E Train The Railway Station Archibald Lampman

GrantHayter: Archibald Lampman, one of Canada's greatest poets, died today in 1899, age 37. His 'Morning on the Lièvre' is such sweet music.

carolannbagan: poetry stanza: Phokaia - Archibald Lampman - I will tell you a tale of an ancient city of men, of men that were men in truth: the world grows wide now 'twas small & goodlier then, & the busy shores of the little islanded sea were filled with a beautiful folk. a people of children

Faust89823700: world Grant me to know, to seek, to find, In some small measure though it be, Emerging from the waste and blind, The clearer self, the grander me! Archibald Lampman

Centretowner: New URBSite post: FAME REMEMBER US WITH NO FAMILIAR NAME: ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN R.I.P

SStevens_Writer: I forgot to post this when I got back from Europe last month. My latest academic book review was publish in the Canadian Journal of Communication. Check out what I had to say about this book and Canadian poet Archibald Lampman.

Faust89823700: Shall make sweet minutes of days that flee, In the year yet, Lady, to dream and wait. Archibald Lampman

AliceSchultz67: Here I will wait a little; I am weary, Not torn with pain of any lurid hue, But only still and very grey, and dreary, Sweet sombre lands, like you. -- Archibald Lampman, "In October"

bywordsdotca: Congratulations to Jenny Haysom whose poetry collection "Dividing the Wayside" (Palimpsest Press, 2018) won Arc Poetry Magazine's 2019 Archibald Lampman Poetry Award. And congratulations to the winners of the City of Ottawa Book Awards:

invisibooks: The 2019 Archibald Lampman Award will be announced tonight! We have a soft spot for Cameron Anstee (Book of Annotations). From the Judges: "The pithiness of the poems reminds one of coordinates of a constellation, or the tips of icebergs."

bywordsdotca: City of Ottawa 2019 Book Awards/Arc Poetry Archibald Lampman Award Time and Place: October 16 at 6:30 pm. Jean Pigott Place, City Hall, 110 Laurier Ave West

EnglishUOttawa: Congrats to uOttawa English alum Cameron Anstee, who has been shortlisted for the Archibald Lampman Prize:

AliceSchultz67: Till old age finds us weary, feet and wings Grown heavy with the gold of many thoughts. Archibald Lampman, "Knowledge" (2/2)

PoetryTrain: Poetry E Train The Railway Station Archibald Lampman

BrickBooks: Don't miss this reading on Thursday evening! Deanna Young reads from Reunion at the Archibald Lampman shortlist readings.

jkmoran: Ottawa and environs residents- come one, come all! Give a listen on Thursday, 3 to our Archibald Lampman Award shortlist poets.

RaggedFacade: A beautiful poem by the Canadian poet Archibald Lampman, who died tragically young at 37. His work Snow was put to music by the wonderfully lyrical Loreena McKennitt.

ApolloPlague: - off are blue with haze: The hills are drenched in light.” From “Heat”, by Archibald Lampman It’s almost accurate.

UnderworldCurse: Heat, archibald lampman

griffinpoetry: The 2019 Archibald Lampman Award shortlisted has been announced ...

invisibooks: Congratulations to the nominees for the Archibald Lampman Award, with a special nod to our own Cameron Anstee for Book of Annotations! Winner announced October 16, 2019.

PalimpsestPress: Congratulations to Jenny Haysom for her book Dividing the Wayside being shortlisted for the Archibald Lampman Award! A big congratulations also goes out to Cameron Anstee and Deanna Young!

bywordsdotca: Arc Poetry Magazine announces Archibald Lampman Award shortlist: Cameron Anstee, Jenny Haysom, and Deanna Young. Congratulations to the poets.

arcpoetry: Among our retrospective celebration of all the great poets from our Poem of the Year shortlist, Arc has another set of finalists to announce: our 2019 Lampman Award* shortlisted books and authors!

bonheurlune: Why do ye call the poet lonely, Because he dreams in lonely places? He is not desolate, but only Sees, where ye cannot, hidden faces. - Archibald Lampman "Why Do Ye Call The Poet Lonely"

everwood_lynn: Beyond me in the fields the sun Soaks in the grass and hath his will; I count the marguerites one by one; Even the buttercups are still.  –Archibald Lampman (1861–99)

MississaugaMgs: Beyond me in the fields the sun Soaks in the grass and hath his will; I count the marguerites one by one; Even the buttercups are still. –Archibald Lampman (1861–99)

PoetryNap: Your weekly Poetic Perk · Upcoming shows this week: Jan 24 Brooklyn and Jan 25-27 Chelsea, NYC · Voices of Earth ·...

PoetryNap: Your weekly Poetic Perk · Upcoming shows this week: Jan 24 Brooklyn and Jan 25-27 Chelsea, NYC · Voices of Earth ·...

alampman: On January 15, 1883, Archibald Lampman moved to Ottawa, where he checked in at the Windsor House hotel. Here's the...

Poeticous: Why do ye call the poet lonely, Because he dreams in lonely places? He is not desolate, but only Sees, where ye can...

alampman: In 1886, Joseph Edmund Collins dedicated his novel "Annette, the Metis Spy: A Heroine of the N.W. Rebellion" to his...

alampman: Here's 18 year old Archibald Lampman (sitting on the floor, left) during his first year at Trinity College (1879-18...

alampman: New profile image is René Milot's design for a commemorative Archibald Lampman postage stamp, issued by Canada Post...

alampman: Lampman's sonnet "The Railway Station" was published in The Week on December 22, 1887. A bit easier to read over at...

alampman: "The King's Sabath" by Archibald Lampman, from The Week: A Canadian Journal of Politics, Society, and Literature, D...

alampman: And the snowbirds flee, Tossing up on the far brown field, Now flashing and now concealed, Like fringes of spray Th...

clitorislocator: umm excuse me have u ever read HEAT by archibald lampman. that poem is Ÿ”¥Ÿ”¥Ÿ”¥

alampman: Here's a page from the December 13, 1882, edition of the Canada Presbyterian. If you look really hard, you'll find...

Olaindeach: This seems apt. Archibald Lampman's poem Snow. One of my favourites.

alampman: On November 29, 1882, Lampman's friend Archibald Campbell wrote to his father, Sir Alexander Campbell, to help get...

alampman: In late November or early December 1888, Archibald Lampman's first book, Among the Millet and Other Poems, was publ...

LordSteerpike: As Christmas winter draws nearer, here's one of my favorite wintry songs -- an eerie ballad with lyrics by 19th-cen...

TheLightLaughed: Was I sleeping through class, just like the leafless trees Archibald Lampman describes so evocativly in his poem? ....

alampman: On November 17, 1861, the poet Archibald Lampman was born in Morpeth, Canada West, in the rectory of Trinity Church...

poetshouse: And the sound of their solemn singing Streamed out on the sunlit air; A sound of some great burden... Archibald Lampman

YTAudioBooks: Winter Evening | Archibald Lampman | Multi-version (Weekly and Fortnightly poetry) | Book | English:

poetspulpit: This brass plaque was erected in St. Margaret's church in memory of the poet Archibald Lampman...

MansfieldPress: Congrats to Stephen Brockwell on winning the Archibald Lampman Award for All of us Reticent, Here, Together. Hooray!

MansfieldPress: Stephen Brockwell reads tonight in Ottawa with the other Lampman Award nominees. Here's info and a taste of his work



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