James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

241. Old Winters On The Farm 4/9/2010
242. On The Banks O' Deer Crick 4/9/2010
243. On The Sunny Side 4/9/2010
244. Only A Dream 4/9/2010
245. Orlie Wilde 1/3/2003
246. Our Boyhood Haunts 4/9/2010
247. Our Hired Girl 12/31/2002
248. Our Kind Of A Man 4/9/2010
249. Our Little Girl 4/9/2010
250. Our Own 4/9/2010
251. Out Of Nazareth 4/9/2010
252. Out Of The Hitherwhere 4/9/2010
253. Over The Eyes Of Gladness 4/9/2010
254. Pan 4/9/2010
255. Philiper Flash 4/9/2010
256. Pipes O' Pan At Zekesbury 4/9/2010
257. Plain Sermons 4/9/2010
258. Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance 4/9/2010
259. Private Theatricals 4/9/2010
260. Proem 4/9/2010
261. Reach Your Hand To Me 4/9/2010
262. Red Riding-Hood 4/9/2010
263. Regardin' Terry Hut 4/9/2010
264. Right Here At Home 4/9/2010
265. Robert Burns Wilson 4/9/2010
266. Romancin' 4/9/2010
267. Say Something To Me 4/9/2010
268. Scraps 4/9/2010
269. September Dark 4/9/2010
270. Silence 4/9/2010
271. Sister Jones's Confession 4/9/2010
272. Sleep 4/9/2010
273. Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub's 4/9/2010
274. Some Songs After Master Singers 4/9/2010
275. Song 4/9/2010
276. Song Of Parting 4/9/2010
277. Song Of The New Year 4/9/2010
278. Squire Hawkins's Story 4/9/2010
279. Thanksgiving 4/9/2010
280. That Other Maud Muller 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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