James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

161. How It Happened 4/9/2010
162. How John Quit The Farm 4/9/2010
163. I Smoke My Pipe 4/9/2010
164. If I Knew What Poets Know 4/9/2010
165. Igo And Ago 4/9/2010
166. Ike Walton's Prayer 1/3/2003
167. Illileo 4/9/2010
168. In Bohemia 4/9/2010
169. In Fervent Praise Of Picnics 4/9/2010
170. In The Dark 4/9/2010
171. In The Evening 4/9/2010
172. In The South 4/9/2010
173. Indiana 4/9/2010
174. Inscribed 4/9/2010
175. Intellectual Limitations 4/9/2010
176. Iry And Billy Jo 4/9/2010
177. It's_Got_To Be 4/9/2010
178. Jack-In-The-Box 4/9/2010
179. James Whitcomb Riley 3/12/2015
180. Jap Miller 4/9/2010
181. Jim 4/9/2010
182. Job Work 4/9/2010
183. John Alden And Percilly 4/9/2010
184. John Brown 4/9/2010
185. John Mckeen 4/9/2010
186. John Walsh 4/9/2010
187. Johnson's Boy 4/9/2010
188. Joney 4/9/2010
189. Judith 4/9/2010
190. June 4/9/2010
191. June At Woodruff 4/9/2010
192. Just To Be Good 4/9/2010
193. Kingry's Mill 4/9/2010
194. Kissing The Rod 4/9/2010
195. Knee-Deep In June 1/3/2003
196. Kneeling With Herrick 4/9/2010
197. Last Night-- And This 4/9/2010
198. Laughter Holding Both His Sides 4/9/2010
199. Leedle Dutch Baby 4/9/2010
200. Leonainie 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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Our Hired Girl

1 Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
2 An' she can cook best things to eat!
3 She ist puts dough in our pie-pan,
4 An' pours in somepin' 'at's good an' sweet;
5 An' nen she salts it all on top
6 With cinnamon; an' nen she'll stop
7 An' stoop an' slide it, ist as slow,
8 In th' old cook-stove, so's 'twon't slop
9 An' git all spilled; nen bakes it, so

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