Ballade of Summer’s Sleep (Archibald Lampman Poems)
Sweet summer is gone; they have laid her away—The last sad hours that were touched with her grace—In the hush ...
Sweet summer is gone; they have laid her away—The last sad hours that were touched with her grace—In the hush ...
What fretting loads we mortals bear Through life, whose fading rainbows mockAnd Time, who drives a splendid pair Of steeds ...
Son of our King: When yoemen sailed From Britain to expand her sway,The coward from High venture quailed, The weakling ...
Daily I listen to wonder and woe,Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,Telling me stories of lava and snow,Delicate ...
Why, hang it all, let life go by, It is but bubbles we pursue;They burst at last, and then we ...
I like to see in graceful row My modest pipes upon the wall,For there they make a dainty show, And ...
Squire Adam had two wives, they say, Two wives had he, for his delight, He kissed and clypt them ...
(To Annabelle.)Pipe to the tip I'm handing, Kid; Get jerry to the salve I throw;Just paste it in your merrywid ...
INTO the night go one and all,A poet sang (as a poet may);Into the Night beyond recall,He told how the ...
The big, red-house is bare and loneThe stony garden waste and sereWith blight of breezes ocean blownTo pinch the wakening ...
One moment bid the horses wait, Since tiffin is not laid till three, Below the upward path and straight You ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall; I tie the noose on in ...
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day- Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons- Spreading ...
I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda ...
I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun's way, hidden apart; In a softer bed ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
There's little to have but the things I had, There's little to bear but the things I bore. There's nothing ...
Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a ...
Pass by citizen don't look left or right Keep those drip dry eyes straight ahead A tree? Chop it down- ...
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