James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

241. Longfellow 4/9/2010
242. Lockerbie Street 4/9/2010
243. Little-Girl-Two-Little-Girls 4/9/2010
244. Little Orphant Annie 12/31/2002
245. Little Jack Janitor 4/9/2010
246. Little Dick And The Clock 4/9/2010
247. Lines For An Album 4/9/2010
248. Limitations Of Genius 4/9/2010
249. Liberty 1/3/2003
250. Let Us Forget 4/9/2010
251. Leonainie 4/9/2010
252. Leedle Dutch Baby 4/9/2010
253. Laughter Holding Both His Sides 4/9/2010
254. Last Night-- And This 4/9/2010
255. Kneeling With Herrick 4/9/2010
256. Knee-Deep In June 1/3/2003
257. Kissing The Rod 4/9/2010
258. Kingry's Mill 4/9/2010
259. Just To Be Good 4/9/2010
260. June At Woodruff 4/9/2010
261. June 4/9/2010
262. Judith 4/9/2010
263. Joney 4/9/2010
264. Johnson's Boy 4/9/2010
265. John Walsh 4/9/2010
266. John Mckeen 4/9/2010
267. John Brown 4/9/2010
268. John Alden And Percilly 4/9/2010
269. Job Work 4/9/2010
270. Jim 4/9/2010
271. Jap Miller 4/9/2010
272. James Whitcomb Riley 3/12/2015
273. Jack-In-The-Box 4/9/2010
274. It's_Got_To Be 4/9/2010
275. Iry And Billy Jo 4/9/2010
276. Intellectual Limitations 4/9/2010
277. Inscribed 4/9/2010
278. Indiana 4/9/2010
279. In The South 4/9/2010
280. In The Evening 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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