James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

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

1 Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
2 An' she can cook best things to eat!
3 She ist puts dough in our pie-pan,
4 An' pours in somepin' 'at's good an' sweet;
5 An' nen she salts it all on top
6 With cinnamon; an' nen she'll stop
7 An' stoop an' slide it, ist as slow,
8 In th' old cook-stove, so's 'twon't slop
9 An' git all spilled; nen bakes it, so

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