James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

41. The Serenade 4/9/2010
42. The Shoemaker 4/9/2010
43. The Silent Victors 4/9/2010
44. The Singer 4/9/2010
45. The Speeding Of The King's Spite 4/9/2010
46. The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me 4/9/2010
47. The Stepmother 4/9/2010
48. The Touches Of Her Hand 4/9/2010
49. The Town Karnteel 4/9/2010
50. The Tree-Toad 4/9/2010
51. The Twins 4/9/2010
52. The Wandering Jew 4/9/2010
53. Thinkin' Back 4/9/2010
54. Thomas The Pretender 4/9/2010
55. Thoughts Fer The Discuraged Farmer 4/9/2010
56. Three Dead Friends 4/9/2010
57. Through Sleepy-Land 4/9/2010
58. Time 4/9/2010
59. Time Of Clearer Twitterings 4/9/2010
60. To An Importunate Ghost 4/9/2010
61. The Way It Wuz 4/9/2010
62. The Wife-Blessed 4/9/2010
63. Their Sweet Sorrow 4/9/2010
64. To My Good Master 4/9/2010
65. To The Serenader 4/9/2010
66. Told By 4/9/2010
67. Tom Johnson's Quit 4/9/2010
68. Tom Van Arden 4/9/2010
69. Tugg Martin 4/9/2010
70. Uncle Mart's Poem 4/9/2010
71. Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die 4/9/2010
72. Want To Be Whur Mother Is 4/9/2010
73. Wash Lowry's Reminiscence 4/9/2010
74. To Santa Claus 4/9/2010
75. We Must Believe 4/9/2010
76. What Chris'Mas Fetched The Wigginses 4/9/2010
77. The Drum 4/9/2010
78. What Smith Knew About Farming 4/9/2010
79. What The Wind Said 4/9/2010
80. Wait For The Morning 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 ...

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A Parting Guest

What delightful hosts are they --
   Life and Love!
Lingeringly I turn away,
   This late hour, yet glad enough
They have not withheld from me
   Their high hospitality.
So, with face lit with delight
   And all gratitude, I stay
   Yet to press their hands and say,

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