James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

201. Becalmed 4/9/2010
202. Anselmo 4/9/2010
203. Harlie 4/9/2010
204. Has She Forgotten? 4/9/2010
205. June 4/9/2010
206. Luther Benson 4/9/2010
207. May I Not Weep With You 4/9/2010
208. Grandfather Squeers 4/9/2010
209. Blind 4/9/2010
210. The Old Times Were The Best 1/3/2003
211. An Old Year's Address 4/9/2010
212. A Spring Song And A Later 4/9/2010
213. How It Happened 4/9/2010
214. Moon-Drowned 4/9/2010
215. My Mary 4/9/2010
216. Marthy Ellen 4/9/2010
217. Home At Night 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. A Voice From The Farm 4/9/2010
228. Hik-Tee-Dik! 4/9/2010
229. Out Of The Hitherwhere 4/9/2010
230. With Hale Affection And Abiding Faith These Rhymes And Pictures Are Inscribed To The Children Everywhere 4/9/2010
231. Wortermelon Time 4/9/2010
232. Igo And Ago 4/9/2010
233. An Empty Nest 4/9/2010
234. His Vigil 4/9/2010
235. How John Quit The Farm 4/9/2010
236. Illileo 4/9/2010
237. The Ripest Peach 1/3/2003
238. Almon Keefer 4/9/2010
239. A Wraith Of Summertime 4/9/2010
240. A Very Youthful Affair 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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