James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

441. A Poet's Wooing 1/3/2003
442. Granny 12/31/2002
443. A Cup Of Tea 4/9/2010
444. A Noon Interval 1/3/2003
445. Knee-Deep In June 1/3/2003
446. A Summer Afternoon 1/3/2003
447. Little Orphant Annie 12/31/2002
448. A Barefoot Boy 12/31/2002
449. When The Frost Is On The Punkin 12/31/2002
450. A Life-Lesson 1/3/2003
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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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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