James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

161. The Willow 1/3/2003
162. In Bohemia 4/9/2010
163. The Song Of Yesterday 1/3/2003
164. We To Sigh Instead Of Sing 1/3/2003
165. There Was A Cherry-Tree 1/3/2003
166. Little Dick And The Clock 4/9/2010
167. In Fervent Praise Of Picnics 4/9/2010
168. Herr Weiser 4/9/2010
169. Her Waiting Face 4/9/2010
170. Floretty's Musical Contribution 4/9/2010
171. His Mother 4/9/2010
172. Farmer Whipple--Bachelor 4/9/2010
173. George Mullen's Confession 4/9/2010
174. Last Night-- And This 4/9/2010
175. Find The Favorite 4/9/2010
176. Job Work 4/9/2010
177. At Noon--And Midnight 4/9/2010
178. Billy And His Drum 4/9/2010
179. Bryant 4/9/2010
180. By Her White Bed 4/9/2010
181. The Merman 1/3/2003
182. As My Uncle Used To Say 4/9/2010
183. At Last 4/9/2010
184. At Noey's House 4/9/2010
185. At Utter Loaf 4/9/2010
186. Jap Miller 4/9/2010
187. John Mckeen 4/9/2010
188. Joney 4/9/2010
189. Judith 4/9/2010
190. June At Woodruff 4/9/2010
191. Kingry's Mill 4/9/2010
192. Fool-Youngens 4/9/2010
193. For You 4/9/2010
194. Leonainie 4/9/2010
195. Man's Devotion 4/9/2010
196. Go Winter! 4/9/2010
197. August 4/9/2010
198. Bewildering Emotions 4/9/2010
199. Being His Mother 4/9/2010
200. Becalmed 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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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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