James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

1. A Life-Lesson 1/3/2003
2. A Barefoot Boy 12/31/2002
3. When The Frost Is On The Punkin 12/31/2002
4. Little Orphant Annie 12/31/2002
5. A Summer Afternoon 1/3/2003
6. Knee-Deep In June 1/3/2003
7. Liberty 1/3/2003
8. Granny 12/31/2002
9. A Poet's Wooing 1/3/2003
10. Away 4/9/2010
11. A Good Man 4/9/2010
12. A Song Of The Road 1/3/2003
13. A Passing Hail 1/3/2003
14. A Parting Guest 1/4/2003
15. Our Hired Girl 12/31/2002
16. A Dream Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
17. A Cup Of Tea 4/9/2010
18. A Noon Interval 1/3/2003
19. A Country Pathway 4/9/2010
20. A Dream 4/9/2010
21. Ike Walton's Prayer 1/3/2003
22. Her Beautiful Eyes 4/9/2010
23. The Old Guitar 1/3/2003
24. Who Bides His Time 1/3/2003
25. A Fantasy 4/9/2010
26. Orlie Wilde 1/3/2003
27. The Raggedy Man 12/31/2002
28. At Broad Ripple 1/3/2003
29. Ylladmar 1/3/2003
30. The Harper 1/3/2003
31. Her Beautiful Hands 4/9/2010
32. A Dream Of Autumn 4/9/2010
33. An Old Sweetheart Of Mine 4/9/2010
34. A Bear Family 4/9/2010
35. A Ballad 4/9/2010
36. Curly Locks 4/9/2010
37. Dream 4/9/2010
38. A Leave-Taking 4/9/2010
39. The Old Swimmin' Hole 12/31/2002
40. A Full Harvest 4/9/2010
Best Poem of James Whitcomb Riley

A Life-Lesson

There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
But childish troubles will soon pass by. --
There! little girl; don't cry!

There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your slate, I know;
And the glad, wild ways
Of your schoolgirl days
Are things of the long ago;
But life and love will soon come by. --
There! little girl; don't cry!

There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your heart I know;
And the rainbow gleams ...

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A Parting Guest

What delightful hosts are they --
   Life and Love!
Lingeringly I turn away,
   This late hour, yet glad enough
They have not withheld from me
   Their high hospitality.
So, with face lit with delight
   And all gratitude, I stay
   Yet to press their hands and say,

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