James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

281. Old Fashioned Roses 4/9/2010
282. Song Of The New Year 4/9/2010
283. Gratefully And Affectionately Inscribed To Joel Chandler Harris 4/9/2010
284. From The Headboard Of A Grave In Paraguay 4/9/2010
285. Babyhood 4/9/2010
286. Little Jack Janitor 4/9/2010
287. Where Shall We Land 4/9/2010
288. When June Is Here 4/9/2010
289. Extremes 4/9/2010
290. Grant At Rest-- August 8, 1885 4/9/2010
291. His Room 4/9/2010
292. A Song Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
293. Craqueodoom 4/9/2010
294. Natural Perversities 4/9/2010
295. Kissing The Rod 4/9/2010
296. Dream-March 4/9/2010
297. Dawn, Noon And Dewfall 4/9/2010
298. An Impetuous Resolve 4/9/2010
299. Jim 4/9/2010
300. Elmer Brown 4/9/2010
301. I Smoke My Pipe 4/9/2010
302. Limitations Of Genius 4/9/2010
303. A Scrawl 4/9/2010
304. Dan Paine 4/9/2010
305. Our Little Girl 4/9/2010
306. Lockerbie Street 4/9/2010
307. His Mother's Way 4/9/2010
308. Jack-In-The-Box 4/9/2010
309. Just To Be Good 4/9/2010
310. Honey Dripping From The Comb 4/9/2010
311. Writin' Back To The Home-Folks 4/9/2010
312. Winter Fancies 4/9/2010
313. Naughty Claude 4/9/2010
314. Noey's Night-Piece 4/9/2010
315. John Alden And Percilly 4/9/2010
316. A New Year's Time At Willards's 4/9/2010
317. Our Own 4/9/2010
318. My Father's Halls 4/9/2010
319. While The Musician Played 4/9/2010
320. When Early March Seems Middle May 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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A Parting Guest

What delightful hosts are they --
   Life and Love!
Lingeringly I turn away,
   This late hour, yet glad enough
They have not withheld from me
   Their high hospitality.
So, with face lit with delight
   And all gratitude, I stay
   Yet to press their hands and say,

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