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brigitdedanaan: "O Master, all my strength is gone; Unto the very earth I bow; I have no light to lead me on; With aching heart and burning brow, I lie as one that travaileth In sorrow more than he can bear; I sit in darkness as of death, And scatter dust upon my hair." Archibald Lampman

corr_mc: From an Archibald Lampman poem.

NFNerd: Texto: The City at the End of Things (Archibald Lampman, 1894) Imagem: Blame! (Tsutomo Nihei, 1997)

dobleAdeA: Archíbald Lampman “Heat”… (CanLit) ‘In the full furnace of this hour my thoughts grow keen and clear’

plastic_bio: Though fancy and the might of rhyme,That turneth like the tide,Have borne me many a musing time,Beloved, from thy sideAh yet, I pray thee, deem not Sweet, Those hours were given in vain;Within these covers to thy feetI bring them back again - Archibald Lampman

raj65025523: From ‘A Thunderstorm’ (1899) by Canadian poet Archibald Lampman. Detail from Labrador Coast (c. 1860), depicting a Cumulonimbus storm cloud, by American marine and landscape painter William Bradford, in the collection of the Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland, Ohio, US

meekvicissitude: Blue, blue was the heaven above me, And the earth green at my feet; “Oh, Life! Oh, Life!” I kept saying, And the very word seemed sweet. -Life and Nature, Archibald Lampman

bettertoenails: A longish posts on maps, highways, road trips, deep geological time, 4000+ years of uninterrupted dynastic rule in China, the Interstate system, the proposed Pan-American highway, and Archibald Lampman:

LibraryAtGCC: A poem for Earth Week 2022 Voices of Earth (1895) Archibald Lampman We have not heard the music of the spheres, The song of star to star, but there are sounds More deep than human joy and human tears, That Nature uses in her common rounds...

terremaati: Wakes in his heart thoughts bedded there, impearled, Before the birth and making of the world. By Archibald Lampman

olcrayon: Archibald Lampman fears that the future could happen again

arcpoetry: Are you an Ottawa-area author who released a collection of poetry in 2021? Don't forget to send us your book for Arc's Archibald Lampman Award! Self-published poets, this includes you! The deadline to enter this contest is March 31, 2022:

StreetsofC: “City of storm in whose grey heart are hidden What stormier woes, what lives that groan and beat, Stern and thin-cheeked, against time's heavier sleet, Rude fates, hard hearts, and prisoning poverty” - Archibald Lampman, ‘A Night of Storm’ BP Refinery, Whiting, IN. Feb 2022

georgedance04: Penny's Poetry Blog's featured poem for January January Morning, by Archibald Lampman [...] Far out to westward on the edge of morn, The slender misty city towers up-borne Glimmer faint rose against the pallid blue [...]

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 ways.

PassionateFriar: On this blessed solstice day that marks a turning point of the year and a slow return to warmth, light, and bounty, my ancestors would have known whether they had the resources to last until spring or not. Lyrics are by Canadian poet Archibald Lampman. ❤️

finn_harvor: Happy that my short film poem adaptation of a work by Archibald Lampman entitled “Winter — solitude” was just selected by AltFF Alternative Film Festival via

finn_harvor: Happy that “Winter — solitude” was just selected by Life Screenings International One Minute Film Festival via

HKHClaire: "...and silence, frost, and beauty everywhere." ~ Archibald Lampman

MelanieJaxn: The dry dead leaves flit by with thin weird tunes, Like failing murmurs of some conquered creed, Graven in mystic markings with strange runes, That none but stars and biting winds may read. -Archibald Lampman

plastic_bio: Though fancy and the might of rhyme,That turneth like the tide,Have borne me many a musing time,Beloved, from thy sideAh yet, I pray thee, deem not Sweet, Those hours were given in vain;Within these covers to thy feetI bring them back again - Archibald Lampman

opl_bpo: The winner of the Archibald Lampman Award is … Deborah-Anne Tunney!

JimWatsonOttawa: Arc Poetry Magazine awarded their 2021 Archibald Lampman Award to Deborah-Anne Tunney’s poetic analysis of Alfred Hitchcock’s work in A Different Wolf (McGill-Queen`s University Press).

bywordsdotca: City of Ottaaw Book Awards and Arc Poetry Magazine 2021 Archibald Lampman Award Announcement Time and Place: October 20 at 6:00 pm. virtual Web:

georgedance04: Autumn Maples, by Archibald Lampman The thoughts of all the maples who shall name, When the sad landscape turns to cold and grey? Yet some for very ruth and sheer dismay [...] Have fired the hills with beaconing clouds of flame [...]

alampman: New profile image is René Milot’s design for a commemorative Archibald Lampman postage stamp, issued by Canada Post in 1989. Image via Library and Archives Canada (Mikan no. 2265061), copyright Canada Post Corporation.

pesbo: article about the Lampman

conyerclayton: Take a moment to register for the announcement of the winners of the Ottawa Book Awards and the Archibald Lampman, won't ya? Oct. 20th, 6 pm EDT :)

bywordsdotca: Arc Poetry Magazine 2021 Lampman Award Shortlist Reading Time and Place: October 6 at 7:00 pm. virtual Web:

OttawaPAL: Arc Poetry Magazine has announced its list of finalists for the 2021 Archibald Lampman Award. This annual prize recognizes a remarkable book of English-language poetry written by an author living in the National Capital Region.

finn_harvor: A Thunderstorm (new version)

finn_harvor: the narration is a short nature poem by nineteenth century Canadian poet Archibald Lampman. But I added a few words of my own to underline how modern machines pale in significance compared to natural ones. /3

poetryextension: Take a look at the Archibald Lampman Award 2021 shortlist - the award celebrates English-language poetry written by an author living in Canada's National Capital Region

neil_oiwf: Archibald Lampman Award 2021 shortlist revealed – Apartment613

pesbo: Long and short lists for Lampman

Warped_Echo: i keep coming back to this archibald lampman poem

pesbo: new reviews for all three Lampman finalists by Alexa Criscitiello

platospupil: 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)

HabbyMomma: 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)

kevblue777: 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)

mbharrington501: 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)

juicecollinsHF: Wait the tigers new guy is ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN??? Like, the poet?

DiverseCauses: Just call him "Archibald Lampman's patron". Erase him from history. Destroy his legacy. Exhume his corpse from Beechwood Cemetery and dump it in St Peter's Square.

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



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