James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

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

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