James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

241. A Tale Of The Airly Days 4/9/2010
242. A Very Youthful Affair 4/9/2010
243. When Lide Married _Him_ 4/9/2010
244. Back From A Two-Years' Sentence 4/9/2010
245. Autumn 4/9/2010
246. He Called Her In 4/9/2010
247. John Walsh 4/9/2010
248. Leedle Dutch Baby 4/9/2010
249. In The Dark 4/9/2010
250. In The South 4/9/2010
251. Inscribed 4/9/2010
252. A Song Of Singing 4/9/2010
253. An Autumnal Extravaganza 4/9/2010
254. Johnson's Boy 4/9/2010
255. Mr. What's-His-Name 4/9/2010
256. Mylo Jones's Wife 4/9/2010
257. A Wrangdillion 4/9/2010
258. A Variation 4/9/2010
259. When Old Jack Died 4/9/2010
260. When Bessie Died 4/9/2010
261. Billy's Alphabetical Animal Show 4/9/2010
262. Friday Afternoon 4/9/2010
263. Doc Sifers 4/9/2010
264. Dot Leedle Boy 4/9/2010
265. Kneeling With Herrick 4/9/2010
266. Laughter Holding Both His Sides 4/9/2010
267. Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood 4/9/2010
268. In The Evening 4/9/2010
269. Heat-Lightning 4/9/2010
270. Climatic Sorcery 4/9/2010
271. Noey Bixler 4/9/2010
272. North And South 4/9/2010
273. Only A Dream 4/9/2010
274. Lines For An Album 4/9/2010
275. John Brown 4/9/2010
276. A Prospective Visit 4/9/2010
277. An Old Friend 4/9/2010
278. Dead In Sight Of Fame 4/9/2010
279. Dead Leaves 4/9/2010
280. Morton 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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