The Old-Home Folks (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of ...
James Whitcomb Riley Poems on Hope (16 Poems)
What Chris’mas Fetched The Wigginses (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
Bud’s Fairy-Tale (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies _now_No more yet!--But they _is_, I bet! 'Cause efThey _wuzn't_ Fairies, nen I' ...
A Session With Uncle Sidney (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
IONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and ...
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 ...
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 ...
“Friday Afternoon” (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
Dead Leaves (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
DAWNAs though a gipsy maiden with dim look, Sat crooning by the roadside of the year, So, Autumn, in thy strangeness, thou ...
The Watches Of The Night (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
O the waiting in the watches of the night! In the darkness, desolation, and contrition and affright; The awful hush that holds ...
Where-Away (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
O the Lands of Where-Away! Tell us--tell us--where are they? Through the darkness and the dawn We have journeyed on and on-- From the ...
A Variation (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I am tired of this! Nothing else but loving!Nothing else but kiss and kiss, Coo, and turtle-doving! Can't you change the order some? Hate ...
I Smoke My Pipe (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I can't extend to every friend In need a helping hand--No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned;But ...
Luther Benson (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
AFTER READING HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHYPOOR victim of that vulture curseThat hovers o'er the universe,With ready talons quick to strikeIn every human ...
Dusk (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The frightened herds of clouds across the skyTrample the sunshine down, and chase the dayInto the dusky forest-lands of grayAnd ...
Lines For An Album (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I would not trace the hackneyed phraseOf shallow words and empty praise,And prate of "peace" till one might thinkMy foolish ...
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 ...