James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

1. Pan 4/9/2010
2. Plain Sermons 4/9/2010
3. Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance 4/9/2010
4. Private Theatricals 4/9/2010
5. Proem 4/9/2010
6. Reach Your Hand To Me 4/9/2010
7. Regardin' Terry Hut 4/9/2010
8. Romancin' 4/9/2010
9. September Dark 4/9/2010
10. Silence 4/9/2010
11. Sister Jones's Confession 4/9/2010
12. Sleep 4/9/2010
13. Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub's 4/9/2010
14. Some Songs After Master Singers 4/9/2010
15. That Other Maud Muller 4/9/2010
16. The Ancient Printman 4/9/2010
17. The Artemus Of Michigan 4/9/2010
18. The Beautiful City 4/9/2010
19. The Best Times 4/9/2010
20. The Book Of Joyous Children 4/9/2010
21. The Boy Lives On Our Farm 4/9/2010
22. The Boy's Candidate 4/9/2010
23. The Child-World 4/9/2010
24. The Curse Of The Wandering Foot 4/9/2010
25. The Cyclone 4/9/2010
26. The Drum 4/9/2010
27. The Frog 4/9/2010
28. The Harp Of The Minstrel 4/9/2010
29. The Hereafter 4/9/2010
30. The Hired Man And Floretty 4/9/2010
31. The Jaybird 4/9/2010
32. The Jolly Miller 4/9/2010
33. The Katydids 4/9/2010
34. The King 4/9/2010
35. The Little Coat 4/9/2010
36. The Little Fat Doctor 4/9/2010
37. The Loehrs And The Hammonds 4/9/2010
38. The Mulberry Tree 4/9/2010
39. The Old Days 4/9/2010
40. The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago 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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