James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

41. The Old Days 4/9/2010
42. The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
43. The Passing Of A Heart 4/9/2010
44. The Pathos Of Applause 4/9/2010
45. The Plaint Human 4/9/2010
46. The Quest 4/9/2010
47. The Quiet Lodger 4/9/2010
48. The Rambo-Tree 4/9/2010
49. The Rider Of The Knee 4/9/2010
50. The Serenade 4/9/2010
51. The Shoemaker 4/9/2010
52. The Silent Victors 4/9/2010
53. The Singer 4/9/2010
54. The Speeding Of The King's Spite 4/9/2010
55. The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me 4/9/2010
56. The Stepmother 4/9/2010
57. The Touches Of Her Hand 4/9/2010
58. The Town Karnteel 4/9/2010
59. The Tree-Toad 4/9/2010
60. The Twins 4/9/2010
61. The Wandering Jew 4/9/2010
62. The Way It Wuz 4/9/2010
63. The Wife-Blessed 4/9/2010
64. Their Sweet Sorrow 4/9/2010
65. Thinkin' Back 4/9/2010
66. Thomas The Pretender 4/9/2010
67. Thoughts Fer The Discuraged Farmer 4/9/2010
68. Three Dead Friends 4/9/2010
69. Through Sleepy-Land 4/9/2010
70. Time 4/9/2010
71. Time Of Clearer Twitterings 4/9/2010
72. To An Importunate Ghost 4/9/2010
73. To My Good Master 4/9/2010
74. To The Serenader 4/9/2010
75. Told By 4/9/2010
76. Tom Johnson's Quit 4/9/2010
77. Tom Van Arden 4/9/2010
78. Tugg Martin 4/9/2010
79. Uncle Mart's Poem 4/9/2010
80. Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die 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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