Poems by Archibald Lampman
Unrest
... With all dear things that ought to please ...
To my Mother
... With the shining flag and shield ...
To My Wife
... Ah yet, I pray thee, deem not, Sweet, ...
Inter Vias
... Still its byways are pressed by the feet ...
Ballade of Summer's Sleep
... Envoi. Till the slayer be slain and the spring displace ...
A Re-Assurance
... With what doubting eyes, oh sparrow, ...
The Three Pilgrims
... " Ah, woe to out tongues, that, forever unsleeping, ...
To The Cricket
... That years shall turn, and summers yet shall shine, ...
The City
... Toward dayset, where the journeying sun grown old ...
In October
... As if all leaves, that yet have breath, were sighing, ...
At The Ferry
... Faint films of smoke that curl and wreathe, ...
An Impression
... I felt the march, the silent press ...
Viva Perpetua
... Once more Gored by the cruel beast, they both were borne ...
A Sunset at Les Eboulements
... O'er the slow spreading pools with clamorous chide, ...
Winter-Thought
... The delicate thought-wrapped buttercups that glide ...
