James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

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

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

When The Frost Is On The Punkin

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cock
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock

They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of...

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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!

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