James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

201. Let Us Forget 4/9/2010
202. Liberty 1/3/2003
203. Limitations Of Genius 4/9/2010
204. Lines For An Album 4/9/2010
205. Little Dick And The Clock 4/9/2010
206. Little Jack Janitor 4/9/2010
207. Little Orphant Annie 12/31/2002
208. Little-Girl-Two-Little-Girls 4/9/2010
209. Lockerbie Street 4/9/2010
210. Longfellow 4/9/2010
211. Lullaby 4/9/2010
212. Luther Benson 4/9/2010
213. Man's Devotion 4/9/2010
214. Marthy Ellen 4/9/2010
215. May I Not Weep With You 4/9/2010
216. Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood 4/9/2010
217. Moon-Drowned 4/9/2010
218. Morton 4/9/2010
219. Mr. Hammond's Parable--The Dreamer 4/9/2010
220. Mr. What's-His-Name 4/9/2010
221. My Bride That Is To Be 4/9/2010
222. My Dancin'-Days Is Over 4/9/2010
223. My Father's Halls 4/9/2010
224. My Friend 4/9/2010
225. My Jolly Friend's Secret 4/9/2010
226. My Mary 4/9/2010
227. Mylo Jones's Wife 4/9/2010
228. Natural Perversities 4/9/2010
229. Naughty Claude 4/9/2010
230. Nessmuk 4/9/2010
231. No Boy Knows 4/9/2010
232. Noey Bixler 4/9/2010
233. Noey's Night-Piece 4/9/2010
234. North And South 4/9/2010
235. Nothin' To Say 4/9/2010
236. Old Aunt Mary's 4/9/2010
237. Old Fashioned Roses 4/9/2010
238. Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze 4/9/2010
239. Old Man's Nursery Rhyme 4/9/2010
240. Old October 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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Orlie Wilde

A goddess, with a siren's grace,--
A sun-haired girl on a craggy place
Above a bay where fish-boats lay
Drifting about like birds of prey.

Wrought was she of a painter's dream,--
Wise only as are artists wise,
My artist-friend, Rolf Herschkelhiem,
With deep sad eyes of oversize,

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