Blind (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
James Whitcomb Riley Poems on God (42 Poems)
Almon Keefer (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and ...
He Called Her In (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
IHe called her in from me and shut the door.And she so loved the sunshine and the sky!--She loved them ...
An Out-Worn Sappho (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
How tired I am! I sink down all alone Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,Even as a child I ...
Three Dead Friends (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Always suddenly they are gone-- The friends we trusted and held secure-- Suddenly we are gazing on, Not a _smiling_ face, but the ...
The Quiet Lodger (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The man that rooms next door to me: Two weeks ago, this very night, He took possession quietly, As any other lodger might-- But ...
A Fantasy (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
A fantasy that came to me As wild and wantonly designedAs ever any dream might be Unraveled from a madman's mind,--A tangle-work ...
Tugg Martin (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I. Tugg Martin's tough.--No doubt o' that! And down there at The town he come from word's bin sent Advisin' this-here Settle-ment To kindo' _humor_ ...
Autumn (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
As a harvester, at dusk, Faring down some woody trail Leading homeward through the musk Of may-apple and pawpaw, Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,-- So ...
Grandfather Squeers (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
"My grandfather Squeers," said The Raggedy Man,As he solemnly lighted his pipe and began--"The most indestructible man, for his years,And ...
Grant At Rest– August 8, 1885 (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest, and held nopath but as wild adventure led him... And he returned ...
Heat-Lightning (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
There was a curious quiet for a spaceDirectly following: and in the faceOf one rapt listener pulsed the flush and ...
Regardin’ Terry Hut (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Sence I tuk holt o' Gibbses' ChurnAnd be'n a-handlin' the concern,I've travelled round the grand old StateOf Indiany, lots, o' ...
Writin’ Back To The Home-Folks (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
My dear old friends--It jes beats all, The way you write a letterSo's ever' _last_ line beats the _first_, And ever' _next_-un's ...
The Frog (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Who am I but the Frog--the Frog! My realm is the dark bayou,And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown log That ...
North And South (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Of the North I wove a dream, All bespangled with the gleam Of the glancing wings of swallows Dipping ripples in a stream, That, ...
To Santa Claus (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Most tangible of all the gods that be,O Santa Claus-- our own since Infancy!As first we scampered to thee-- now, ...
When Age Comes On (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
When Age comes on!--"The deepening dusk is where the dawn Once glittered splendid, and the dewIn honey-drips, from red rose-lips Was kissed ...
Bewildering Emotions (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The merriment that followed was subdued--As though the story-teller's attitudeWere dual, in a sense, appealing quiteAs much to sorrow as ...
A Feel In The Chris’mas-Air (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
They's a kind o' _feel_ in the air, to me. When the Chris'mas-times sets in.That's about as much of a mystery As ...
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 ...
John Walsh (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
A strange life--strangely passed! We may not read the soul When God has folded up the scroll In death at last.We may not--dare ...
When Bessie Died (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped,And ne'er would nestle in your palm again;If the white feet into ...
Out Of The Hitherwhere (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon--The land that the Lord's love rests upon;Where one may rely on the friends ...
A Bride (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
"O I am weary!" she sighed, as her billowyHair she unloosed in a torrent of goldThat rippled and fell o'er ...
When De Folks Is Gone (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
What dat scratchin' at de kitchin do'?Done heah'n dat foh an hour er mo'!Tell you Mr. Niggah, das sho's yo' ...
The Shower (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The landscape, like the awed face of a child,Grew curiously blurred; a hush of deathFell on the fields, and in ...
Go Winter! (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Go, Winter! Go thy ways! We want again The twitter of the bluebird and the wren; Leaves ever greener growing, and the shine Of Summer's ...
Just To Be Good (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Just to be good-- This is enough--enough! O we who find sin's billows wild and rough, Do we not feel how more than ...
The Legend Glorified (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
"I deem that God is not disquieted"-- This in a mighty poet's rhymes I read; And blazoned so forever doth abide Within my ...