James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

1. Over The Eyes Of Gladness 4/9/2010
2. Pan 4/9/2010
3. Plain Sermons 4/9/2010
4. Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance 4/9/2010
5. Private Theatricals 4/9/2010
6. Proem 4/9/2010
7. Reach Your Hand To Me 4/9/2010
8. Scraps 4/9/2010
9. September Dark 4/9/2010
10. Silence 4/9/2010
11. Sister Jones's Confession 4/9/2010
12. Sleep 4/9/2010
13. Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub's 4/9/2010
14. Some Songs After Master Singers 4/9/2010
15. Song 4/9/2010
16. Regardin' Terry Hut 4/9/2010
17. That Other Maud Muller 4/9/2010
18. The Ancient Printman 4/9/2010
19. The Artemus Of Michigan 4/9/2010
20. The Beautiful City 4/9/2010
21. The Best Is Good Enough 4/9/2010
22. The Best Times 4/9/2010
23. The Book Of Joyous Children 4/9/2010
24. The Boys 4/9/2010
25. The Boy's Candidate 4/9/2010
26. The Child-World 4/9/2010
27. The Clover 4/9/2010
28. The Cyclone 4/9/2010
29. The Dead Lover 4/9/2010
30. The Frog 4/9/2010
31. The Harp Of The Minstrel 4/9/2010
32. The Hereafter 4/9/2010
33. The Hired Man And Floretty 4/9/2010
34. The Jaybird 4/9/2010
35. The Jolly Miller 4/9/2010
36. The Katydids 4/9/2010
37. The Little Coat 4/9/2010
38. The Loehrs And The Hammonds 4/9/2010
39. The Old Days 4/9/2010
40. The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago 4/9/2010

Comments about James Whitcomb Riley

  • nariah n white (11/27/2017 8:59:00 AM)

    did you know that ROBERT FROST made LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE because I think that you work with him. So I just want to ask are you working with him. just text back as soon as you can. Oh and I am 8 years old in the 3 grade

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  • nariah (11/22/2017 9:21:00 AM)

    I love little orphan annie poet you wrote so I just want to say I love your interest in this poem

  • Jules Levin (11/15/2013 11:13:00 AM)

    I am looking for the date of writing/publishing for each poem and could not find it on the site.
    Am I overlooking something obvious?

  • Joybaby John (11/1/2012 6:57:00 AM)

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  • Catharine Dee (3/10/2012 2:21:00 PM)

    Date of birth listed above is wrong. It's October 7th not the 9th.

  • Stella Mary (1/3/2012 5:00:00 AM)

    I read your poems and it was good.

  • Tony Judson (9/15/2006 8:21:00 AM)

    James I read your 'poem of the day' and I think it is brilliant! your sense of rythmn & rhyme is beautiful and your poetic license with spelling and alliteration is superb.
    It makes wish I could have been the fly on the wall in a meeting between you and the late Ogden Nash- Keep it up Cheers Tony Judson

  • Carolyn Binkley (10/6/2005 6:47:00 PM)

    James Whitcomb Riley is by far one of my favorite poets of all time. I love his imagery, his imagination, his rhyme and rhythm. And most of all I love his sense of 'simple' and his connection to the nature in all of us. He cleverly plays with that which is real, unlike Lewis Carroll who cleverly plays with that which is not.

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 ...

Read the full of A Life-Lesson

The Ripest Peach

The ripest peach is highest on the tree --
And so her love, beyond the reach of me,
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to me where I worship now!

She looms aloft where every eye may see
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
Such fruitage as her love I know, alas!
I may not reach here from the orchard grass.

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