James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

401. An Old Sweetheart Of Mine 4/9/2010
402. A Liz Town Humorist 4/9/2010
403. A Glimpse Of Pan 4/9/2010
404. A Gustatory Achievement 4/9/2010
405. A Discouraging Model 4/9/2010
406. A Ditty Of No Tone 4/9/2010
407. A Christmas Memory 4/9/2010
408. A Summer Sunrise 4/9/2010
409. A Bear Family 4/9/2010
410. A Brave Refrain 4/9/2010
411. A Worn-Out Pencil 4/9/2010
412. Old Aunt Mary's 4/9/2010
413. Dream 4/9/2010
414. Her Beautiful Hands 4/9/2010
415. Curly Locks 4/9/2010
416. A Masque Of The Seasons 4/9/2010
417. A Full Harvest 4/9/2010
418. A Dream Of Autumn 4/9/2010
419. A Leave-Taking 4/9/2010
420. The Harper 1/3/2003
421. Ylladmar 1/3/2003
422. The Raggedy Man 12/31/2002
423. At Broad Ripple 1/3/2003
424. The Old Swimmin' Hole 12/31/2002
425. Orlie Wilde 1/3/2003
426. A Fantasy 4/9/2010
427. Who Bides His Time 1/3/2003
428. The Old Guitar 1/3/2003
429. Ike Walton's Prayer 1/3/2003
430. A Dream 4/9/2010
431. A Country Pathway 4/9/2010
432. A Cup Of Tea 4/9/2010
433. A Dream Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
434. A Passing Hail 1/3/2003
435. A Noon Interval 1/3/2003
436. Away 4/9/2010
437. Our Hired Girl 12/31/2002
438. Liberty 1/3/2003
439. Her Beautiful Eyes 4/9/2010
440. A Good Man 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?

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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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