James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

401. A Glimpse Of Pan 4/9/2010
402. A Gustatory Achievement 4/9/2010
403. A Discouraging Model 4/9/2010
404. A Ditty Of No Tone 4/9/2010
405. A Bear Family 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 Lounger 4/9/2010
411. Curly Locks 4/9/2010
412. A Ballad 4/9/2010
413. A Bride 4/9/2010
414. A Dream Of Autumn 4/9/2010
415. A Leave-Taking 4/9/2010
416. An Old Sweetheart Of Mine 4/9/2010
417. The Harper 1/3/2003
418. A Christmas Memory 4/9/2010
419. The Old Guitar 1/3/2003
420. Ylladmar 1/3/2003
421. The Raggedy Man 12/31/2002
422. At Broad Ripple 1/3/2003
423. Orlie Wilde 1/3/2003
424. A Fantasy 4/9/2010
425. Who Bides His Time 1/3/2003
426. Song Of The New Year 4/9/2010
427. Ike Walton's Prayer 1/3/2003
428. A Country Pathway 4/9/2010
429. Her Beautiful Eyes 4/9/2010
430. A Dream 4/9/2010
431. A Dream Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
432. A Passing Hail 1/3/2003
433. A Masque Of The Seasons 4/9/2010
434. Our Hired Girl 12/31/2002
435. A Parting Guest 1/4/2003
436. A Good Man 4/9/2010
437. A Song Of The Road 1/3/2003
438. Dream 4/9/2010
439. Liberty 1/3/2003
440. Away 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 ...

Read the full of A Life-Lesson

Orlie Wilde

A goddess, with a siren's grace,--
A sun-haired girl on a craggy place
Above a bay where fish-boats lay
Drifting about like birds of prey.

Wrought was she of a painter's dream,--
Wise only as are artists wise,
My artist-friend, Rolf Herschkelhiem,
With deep sad eyes of oversize,

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