The Hired Man And Floretty (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before,In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-doorAnd one leaf of the kitchen-table, ...
James Whitcomb Riley Poems on Cities (17 Poems)
George Mullen’s Confession (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to ...
What Smith Knew About Farming (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
There wasn't two purtier farms in the stateThan the couple of which I'm about to relate;--Jinin' each other--belongin' to Brown,And ...
What The Wind Said (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
'I muse to-day, in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land;I close my eyes as a lover may At ...
Mr. What’s-His-Name (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
They called him Mr. What's-his-name:From where he was, or why he came,Or when, or what he found to do,Nobody in ...
Griggsby’s Station (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Pap's got his patent-right, and rich is all creation;But where's the peace and comfort that we all had before?Le's go ...
Dream-March (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
"Wasn't it a funny dream!--perfectly bewild'rin'!-- Last night, and night before, and night before that, Seemed like I saw the march o' ...
When We First Played “Show” (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Wasn't it a good time, Long Time Ago-- When we all were little tads And first played "Show"!-- When every newer day Wore as bright ...
June At Woodruff (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Out at Woodruff Place--afar From the city's glare and jar, With the leafy trees, instead Of the awnings, overhead; With the shadows cool and ...
The Beautiful City (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The Beautiful City! ForeverIts rapturous praises resound;We fain would behold it-- but neverA glimpse of its dory is found:We slacken ...
A Summer Sunrise (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
AFTER LEE O. HARRISThe master-hand whose pencils trace This wondrous landscape of the morn,Is but the sun, whose glowing faceReflects the ...
At Utter Loaf (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I. An afternoon as ripe with heat As might the golden pippin be With mellowness if at my feet It dropped now from the ...
Herr Weiser (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Herr Weiser--! Three-score-years-and-ten--,A hale white rose of his country-men,Transplanted here in the Hoosier loam,And blossomy as his German home--As blossomy ...
The Curse Of The Wandering Foot (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
All hope of rest withdrawn me?-- What dread command hath put This awful curse upon me-- The curse of the wandering foot! Forward and ...
Lockerbie Street (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Such a dear little street it is, nestled awayFrom the noise of the city and heat of the day,In cool ...
The Little Town O’ Tailholt (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
You kin boast about yer cities, and their stiddy growth and size,And brag about yer County-seats, and business enterprise,And railroads, ...
Harlie (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Fold the little waxen handsLightly. Let your warmest tearsSpeak regrets, but never fears,-- Heaven understands!Let the sad heart, o'er the tomb,Lift again ...