James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

121. Elizabeth 4/9/2010
122. Elmer Brown 4/9/2010
123. Even Song 4/9/2010
124. Extremes 4/9/2010
125. Fame 4/9/2010
126. Farmer Whipple--Bachelor 4/9/2010
127. Father William 4/9/2010
128. Find The Favorite 4/9/2010
129. Floretty's Musical Contribution 4/9/2010
130. Fool-Youngens 4/9/2010
131. For You 4/9/2010
132. Friday Afternoon 4/9/2010
133. From The Headboard Of A Grave In Paraguay 4/9/2010
134. George Mullen's Confession 4/9/2010
135. Go Winter! 4/9/2010
136. Grandfather Squeers 4/9/2010
137. Granny 12/31/2002
138. Grant At Rest-- August 8, 1885 4/9/2010
139. Gratefully And Affectionately Inscribed To Joel Chandler Harris 4/9/2010
140. Green Fields And Running Brooks 4/9/2010
141. Griggsby's Station 4/9/2010
142. Harlie 4/9/2010
143. Has She Forgotten? 4/9/2010
144. He And I 4/9/2010
145. He Called Her In 4/9/2010
146. Heat-Lightning 4/9/2010
147. Her Beautiful Eyes 4/9/2010
148. Her Beautiful Hands 4/9/2010
149. Her Face And Brow 4/9/2010
150. Her Hair 4/9/2010
151. Her Waiting Face 4/9/2010
152. Herr Weiser 4/9/2010
153. Hik-Tee-Dik! 4/9/2010
154. His Mother 4/9/2010
155. His Mother's Way 4/9/2010
156. His Room 4/9/2010
157. His Vigil 4/9/2010
158. Home At Night 4/9/2010
159. Honey Dripping From The Comb 4/9/2010
160. How Did You Rest, Last Night? 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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