James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

281. The Ancient Printman 4/9/2010
282. The Artemus Of Michigan 4/9/2010
283. The Bat 4/9/2010
284. The Beautiful City 4/9/2010
285. The Best Is Good Enough 4/9/2010
286. The Best Times 4/9/2010
287. The Blossoms On The Trees 4/9/2010
288. The Book Of Joyous Children 4/9/2010
289. The Boy Lives On Our Farm 4/9/2010
290. The Boy Patriot 4/9/2010
291. The Boys 4/9/2010
292. The Boy's Candidate 4/9/2010
293. The Brook-Song 4/9/2010
294. The Bumblebee 12/31/2002
295. The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child 4/9/2010
296. The Child-World 4/9/2010
297. The Circus-Day Parade 4/9/2010
298. The Clover 4/9/2010
299. The Curse Of The Wandering Foot 4/9/2010
300. The Cyclone 4/9/2010
301. The Days Gone By 4/9/2010
302. The Dead Lover 4/9/2010
303. The Drum 4/9/2010
304. The Evening Company 4/9/2010
305. The Frog 4/9/2010
306. The Funny Little Fellow 4/9/2010
307. The Good, Old-Fashioned People 4/9/2010
308. The Happy Little Cripple 4/9/2010
309. The Harp Of The Minstrel 4/9/2010
310. The Harper 1/3/2003
311. The Hereafter 4/9/2010
312. The Hired Man And Floretty 4/9/2010
313. The Home-Going 4/9/2010
314. The Hoodoo 4/9/2010
315. The Hoosier Folk-Child 4/9/2010
316. The Iron Horse 4/9/2010
317. The Jaybird 4/9/2010
318. The Jolly Miller 4/9/2010
319. The Katydids 4/9/2010
320. The King 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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