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    Alcyone & Other Poems
    Alcyone & Other Poems
    Alcyone & Other Poems
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    Alcyone & Other Poems

    By Archibald Lampman

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    Archibald Lampman was born on November 17th 1861 at Morpeth, Ontario in Canada. Perhaps the finest Canadian Poet of his time he is classed as a Confederation Poet. A lover of camping it inspired much of his verse and helped him to become known as ‘The Canadian Keats’. Most of his poems are about the Countryside and the natural world. He wrote in excess of 300 poems and all reveal and revel in his observations of life and landscape. But his life was destined to be cut short. His health deteriorated, due in part to the death of his second son and his earlier problems caused by rheumatic fever. On February 10th, 1899 Archibald Lampman died of a weak heart, an after-effect of his childhood rheumatic fever in Ottawa at the age of only 37. He is buried at Beechwood Cemetery, in Ottawa, His grave is marked by a single word on his headstone "Lampman.". A nearby plaque cites his poem "In November": The hills grow wintry white, and bleak winds moan About the naked uplands. I alone Am neither sad, nor shelterless, nor gray Wrapped round with thought, content to watch and dream. In this volume, the first of three, we include Alycone and many other favourites.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateOct 25, 2013
    ISBN9781783945337
    Alcyone & Other Poems

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      Alcyone & Other Poems - Archibald Lampman

      Alcyone by Archibald Lampman

      Archibald Lampman was born on November 17th 1861 at Morpeth, Ontario in Canada.  Perhaps the finest Canadian Poet of his time he is classed as a Confederation Poet.

      When he was 6 the family moved to Gore's Landing on Rice Lake, Ontario, where young Archie started school. In 1868 he contracted rheumatic fever, which left him lame for many years and with a permanently weakened heart.

      He attended Trinity College School in Port Hope, Ontario, and then to Trinity College in Toronto, Ontario and graduated in 1882.  Whilst there he published many poems in the literary journal of Victoria College. 

      After attempting a career as a teacher he became a clerk in the Post Office Department in Ottawa, a position he held for the rest of his life.

      On Sep. 3, 1887, Arhibald married Maude Emma Playter. "They had three children; Natalie Charlotte in 1892. Arnold Gesner in May 1894, but he was only to survive a few months and in 1898 Archibald Otto, was born.

      A lover of camping it inspired much of his verse and helped him to become known as ‘The Canadian Keats’.   Most of his poems are about the Countryside and the natural world.  He wrote in excess of 300 poems and all reveal and revel in his observations of life and landscape.

      But his life was destined to be cut short. His health deteriorated, due in part to the death of his second son and his earlier problems caused by rheumatic fever.

      On February 10th, 1899 Archibald Lampman died of a weak heart, an after-effect of his childhood rheumatic fever in Ottawa at the age of only 37.

      He is buried at Beechwood Cemetery, in Ottawa, His grave is marked by a single word on his headstone  Lampman.. A nearby plaque cites his poem In November:

      The hills grow wintry white, and bleak winds moan

      About the naked uplands. I alone

      Am neither sad, nor shelterless, nor gray

      Wrapped round with thought, content to watch and dream.

      Index Of Poems

      Alcyone                          

      In March                         

      The City Of The End Of Things

      The Song Sparrow                 

      Inter Vias                      

      Refuge                          

      April Night

      Personality

      To My Daughter                  

      Chione                         

      To The Cricket                  

      The Song Of Pan                 

      The Islet And The Palm

      A Vision Of Twilight

      Evening                        

      The Clearer Self

      To The Prophetic Soul

      The Land Of Pallas              

      Among The Orchards

      The Poet’s Song

      A Thunderstorm

      The City                        

      Sapphics                        

      Voices Of The Earth              

      Peccavi, Domine                 

      An Ode To The Hills             

      Indian Summer                   

      Good Speech

      The Better Day                 

      White Pansies             

      We Too Shall Weep              

      The Autumn Waste                

      Vivia Perpetua            

      The Mystery Of A Year         

      Winter Evening                 

      War                             

      The Woodcutter’s Hut

      Amor Vitae                      1

      Winter Break

      Alcyone

      In the silent depth of space,

      Immeasurably old, immeasurably far,

      Glittering with a silver flame

      Through eternity,

      Rolls a great and burning star,

      With a noble name,

      Alcyone!

      In the glorious chart of heaven

      It is marked the first of seven;

      'Tis a Pleiad:

      And a hundred years of earth

      With their long-forgotten deeds have come and gone,

      Since that tiny point of light,

      Once a splendour fierce and bright,

      Had its birth

      In the star we gaze upon.

      It has travelled all that time

      Thought has not a swifter flight

      Through a region where no faintest gust

      Of life comes ever, but the power of night

      Dwells stupendous and sublime,

      Limitless and void and lonely,

      A region mute with age, and peopled only

      With the dead and ruined dust

      Of worlds that lived eternities ago.

      Man! when thou dost think of this,

      And what our earth and its existence is,

      The half-blind toils since life began,

      The little aims, the little span,

      With what passion and what pride,

      And what hunger fierce and wide,

      Thou dost break beyond it all,

      Seeking for the spirit unconfined

      In the clear abyss of mind

      A shelter and a peace majestical.

      For what is life to thee,

      Turning toward the primal light,

      With that stern and silent face,

      If thou canst not be

      Something radiant and august as night,

      Something wide as space?

      Therefore with a love and gratitude divine

      Thou shalt cherish in thine heart for sign

      A vision of the great and burning star,

      Immeasurably old, immeasurably far,

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