The Boys (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Where are they?--the friends of my childhood enchanted--The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own,And the warm, chubby fingers ...
James Whitcomb Riley Poems on Faces (74 Poems)
Anselmo (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Years did I vainly seek the good Lord's grace--,Prayed, fasted, and did penance dire and dread;Did kneel, with bleeding knees ...
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 ...
By Her White Bed (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
By her white bed I muse a little space: She fell asleep--not very long ago,-- And yet the grass was here and ...
A Water-Color (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Low hidden in among the forest trees An artist's tilted easel, ankle-deep In tousled ferns and mosses, and in these A fluffy water-spaniel, ...
Art And Love (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
He faced his canvas (as a seer whose kenPierces the crust of this existence through)And smiled beyond on that his ...
September Dark (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
1The air falls chill;The whippoorwillPipes lonesomely behind the Hill:The dusk grows dense,The silence tense;And lo, the katydids commence. 2Through shadowy riftsOf ...
A Rough Sketch (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I caught, for a second, across the crowd--Just for a second, and barely that--A face, pox-pitted and evil-browed,Hid in the ...
The Old Swimmin’-Hole (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
OH! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, ...
Liberty (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
To a Boy Whistling (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The smiling face of a happy boy With its enchanted key Is now unlocking in memory My store of heartiest ...
At Broad Ripple (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Oh luxury! Beyond the heat And dust of town, with dangling feet Astride the rock below the dam, In the ...
Ike Walton’s Prayer (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I crave, dear Lord, No boundless hoard Of gold and gear, Nor jewels fine, Nor lands, nor kine, Nor treasure-heaps ...
The Rival (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I so loved once, when Death came by I hid Away my face, And all my sweetheart's tresses she undid ...