James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

1. A Ballad 4/9/2010
2. A Barefoot Boy 12/31/2002
3. A Bear Family 4/9/2010
4. A Brave Refrain 4/9/2010
5. A Bride 4/9/2010
6. A Canary At The Farm 4/9/2010
7. A Child-World 4/9/2010
8. A Christmas Memory 4/9/2010
9. A Country Pathway 4/9/2010
10. A Cup Of Tea 4/9/2010
11. A Delicious Interruption 4/9/2010
12. A Discouraging Model 4/9/2010
13. A Ditty Of No Tone 4/9/2010
14. A Diverted Tragedy 4/9/2010
15. A Dost O' Blues 4/9/2010
16. A Dream 4/9/2010
17. A Dream Of Autumn 4/9/2010
18. A Dream Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
19. A Fantasy 4/9/2010
20. A Feel In The Chris'Mas-Air 4/9/2010
21. A Fruit Piece 4/9/2010
22. A Full Harvest 4/9/2010
23. A Glimpse Of Pan 4/9/2010
24. A Good Man 4/9/2010
25. A Gustatory Achievement 4/9/2010
26. A Home-Made Fairy Tale 4/9/2010
27. A Leave-Taking 4/9/2010
28. A Letter To A Friend 4/9/2010
29. A Life-Lesson 1/3/2003
30. A Liz Town Humorist 4/9/2010
31. A Lounger 4/9/2010
32. A Man Of Many Parts 4/9/2010
33. A Masque Of The Seasons 4/9/2010
34. A Monument For The Soldiers 4/9/2010
35. A New Year's Plaint 4/9/2010
36. A New Year's Time At Willards's 4/9/2010
37. A Noon Interval 1/3/2003
38. A Noted Traveler 4/9/2010
39. A' Old Played-Out Song 4/9/2010
40. A Parent Reprimanded 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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