James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

201. Home At Night 4/9/2010
202. Harlie 4/9/2010
203. Has She Forgotten? 4/9/2010
204. June 4/9/2010
205. May I Not Weep With You 4/9/2010
206. Luther Benson 4/9/2010
207. Becalmed 4/9/2010
208. Being His Mother 4/9/2010
209. Anselmo 4/9/2010
210. Blind 4/9/2010
211. Grandfather Squeers 4/9/2010
212. The Old Times Were The Best 1/3/2003
213. A Spring Song And A Later 4/9/2010
214. How It Happened 4/9/2010
215. Moon-Drowned 4/9/2010
216. Marthy Ellen 4/9/2010
217. My Mary 4/9/2010
218. Intellectual Limitations 4/9/2010
219. Mr. Hammond's Parable--The Dreamer 4/9/2010
220. At Crown Hill 4/9/2010
221. A Southern Singer 4/9/2010
222. My Friend 4/9/2010
223. My Jolly Friend's Secret 4/9/2010
224. Iry And Billy Jo 4/9/2010
225. It's_Got_To Be 4/9/2010
226. My Dancin'-Days Is Over 4/9/2010
227. Out Of The Hitherwhere 4/9/2010
228. A Voice From The Farm 4/9/2010
229. Hik-Tee-Dik! 4/9/2010
230. Igo And Ago 4/9/2010
231. An Empty Nest 4/9/2010
232. His Vigil 4/9/2010
233. Illileo 4/9/2010
234. How John Quit The Farm 4/9/2010
235. With Hale Affection And Abiding Faith These Rhymes And Pictures Are Inscribed To The Children Everywhere 4/9/2010
236. Wortermelon Time 4/9/2010
237. The Ripest Peach 1/3/2003
238. A Wraith Of Summertime 4/9/2010
239. Almon Keefer 4/9/2010
240. A Very Youthful Affair 4/9/2010
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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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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