James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

361. A Test Of Love 4/9/2010
362. Little-Girl-Two-Little-Girls 4/9/2010
363. Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze 4/9/2010
364. Dear Hands 4/9/2010
365. A Song 4/9/2010
366. When Mother Combed My Hair 4/9/2010
367. Even Song 4/9/2010
368. Where The Children Used To Play 4/9/2010
369. Elizabeth 4/9/2010
370. Our Boyhood Haunts 4/9/2010
371. Old October 4/9/2010
372. Donn Piatt Of Mac-O-Chee 4/9/2010
373. Green Fields And Running Brooks 4/9/2010
374. The Bumblebee 12/31/2002
375. Dead Selves 4/9/2010
376. Her Hair 4/9/2010
377. When The Hearse Comes Back 4/9/2010
378. If I Knew What Poets Know 4/9/2010
379. Her Face And Brow 4/9/2010
380. When Evening Shadows Fall 4/9/2010
381. A Monument For The Soldiers 4/9/2010
382. Unless 1/3/2003
383. A Feel In The Chris'Mas-Air 4/9/2010
384. Griggsby's Station 4/9/2010
385. A Letter To A Friend 4/9/2010
386. A Delicious Interruption 4/9/2010
387. When My Dreams Come True 4/9/2010
388. A Summer Sunrise 4/9/2010
389. When The Green Gits Back In The Trees 4/9/2010
390. Her Beautiful Hands 4/9/2010
391. A Fruit Piece 4/9/2010
392. A Man Of Many Parts 4/9/2010
393. A Dost O' Blues 4/9/2010
394. A Canary At The Farm 4/9/2010
395. A Diverted Tragedy 4/9/2010
396. A Home-Made Fairy Tale 4/9/2010
397. Indiana 4/9/2010
398. A Child-World 4/9/2010
399. A Liz Town Humorist 4/9/2010
400. A Glimpse Of Pan 4/9/2010

Comments about James Whitcomb Riley

  • 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.

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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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