James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

81. At Noon--And Midnight 4/9/2010
82. At Sea 4/9/2010
83. At Utter Loaf 4/9/2010
84. August 4/9/2010
85. Autumn 4/9/2010
86. Away 4/9/2010
87. Babyhood 4/9/2010
88. Back From A Two-Years' Sentence 4/9/2010
89. Becalmed 4/9/2010
90. Bedouin 4/9/2010
91. Being His Mother 4/9/2010
92. Bewildering Emotions 4/9/2010
93. Billy And His Drum 4/9/2010
94. Billy's Alphabetical Animal Show 4/9/2010
95. Blind 4/9/2010
96. Blooms Of May 4/9/2010
97. Bryant 4/9/2010
98. By Her White Bed 4/9/2010
99. Climatic Sorcery 4/9/2010
100. Company Manners 4/9/2010
101. Cousin Rufus' Story 4/9/2010
102. Craqueodoom 4/9/2010
103. Curly Locks 4/9/2010
104. Dan Paine 4/9/2010
105. Das Krist Kindel 4/9/2010
106. Dawn, Noon And Dewfall 4/9/2010
107. Dead In Sight Of Fame 4/9/2010
108. Dead Leaves 4/9/2010
109. Dead Selves 4/9/2010
110. Dear Hands 4/9/2010
111. Dearth 4/9/2010
112. Doc Sifers 4/9/2010
113. Donn Piatt Of Mac-O-Chee 4/9/2010
114. Dot Leedle Boy 4/9/2010
115. Down Around The River 4/9/2010
116. Down On Wriggle Crick 4/9/2010
117. Dream 4/9/2010
118. Dreamer, Say 4/9/2010
119. Dream-March 4/9/2010
120. Dusk 4/9/2010
Best Poem of James Whitcomb Riley

When The Frost Is On The Punkin

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cock
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock

They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of...

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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!

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