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. Regardin' Terry Hut 4/9/2010
9. Scraps 4/9/2010
10. September Dark 4/9/2010
11. Silence 4/9/2010
12. Sister Jones's Confession 4/9/2010
13. Sleep 4/9/2010
14. Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub's 4/9/2010
15. Some Songs After Master Singers 4/9/2010
16. Song 4/9/2010
17. Romancin' 4/9/2010
18. That Other Maud Muller 4/9/2010
19. The Ancient Printman 4/9/2010
20. The Artemus Of Michigan 4/9/2010
21. The Beautiful City 4/9/2010
22. The Best Is Good Enough 4/9/2010
23. The Best Times 4/9/2010
24. The Book Of Joyous Children 4/9/2010
25. The Boy Lives On Our Farm 4/9/2010
26. The Boys 4/9/2010
27. The Boy's Candidate 4/9/2010
28. The Child-World 4/9/2010
29. The Clover 4/9/2010
30. The Curse Of The Wandering Foot 4/9/2010
31. The Cyclone 4/9/2010
32. The Dead Lover 4/9/2010
33. The Frog 4/9/2010
34. The Harp Of The Minstrel 4/9/2010
35. The Hereafter 4/9/2010
36. The Hired Man And Floretty 4/9/2010
37. The Jaybird 4/9/2010
38. The Jolly Miller 4/9/2010
39. The Katydids 4/9/2010
40. The Little Coat 4/9/2010

Comments about James Whitcomb Riley

  • Jim Finch (9/29/2018 8:35:00 PM)

    when the weather is hot and sultry, that's no time to commit adultery.
    when the frost is on the pumpkin, that's the time for peter dunking'.

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  • James Finch (9/29/2018 8:32:00 PM)

    when the frost is on the pumpkin, that's the time for peter dunking'.

  • Kathryn (9/14/2018 9:00:00 PM)

    Does anyone know of a poem by James Whitcom Riley about a boy who uses his father's seat in the family outhouse, which proves to be too large for him?

  • 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

  • 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)

    Hi,
    I am miss joy by name, Is my pleasure to contact you after going through your profile at /www.poemhunter.com which really interest me in having communication with you. I will appreciate if you can write me back (joybabyjohn25@yahoo.co.uk) for easiest communication and to know more about each other so that i will explain myself to you and also send my picture to you.
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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

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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