Squire Hawkins’s Story (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I hain't no hand at tellin' tales,Er spinnin' yarns, as the sailors say;Someway o' 'nother, language failsTo slide fer me ...
James Whitcomb Riley Poems on Laughter (39 Poems)
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 ...
Told By “The Noted Traveler” (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Coming, clean from the Maryland-endOf this great National Road of ours,Through your vast West; with the time to spend,Stopping for ...
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, ...
Noey Bixler (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Another hero of those youthful yearsReturns, as Noey Bixler's name appears.And Noey--if in any special way--Was notably good-natured.--Work or playHe ...
How John Quit The Farm (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on-- And ...
Cousin Rufus’ Story (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
My little story, Cousin Rufus said,Is not so much a story as a fact.It is about a certain willful boy--An ...
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 ...
The South Wind And The Sun (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
O The South Wind and the Sun!How each loved the other oneFull of fancy--- full folly--Full of jollity and fun!How ...
“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 ...
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 ...
Das Krist Kindel (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
The Hoosier Folk-Child (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The Hoosier Folk-Child--all unsung-- Unlettered all of mind and tongue; Unmastered, unmolested--made Most wholly frank and unafraid: Untaught of any school--unvexed Of law or creed--all ...
We Must Get Home (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
We must get home! How could we stray like this?--So far from home, we know not where it is,--Only in ...
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, And the ...
In Bohemia (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Ha! My dear! I'm back again-- Vendor of Bohemia's wares! Lordy! How it pants a man Climbing up those awful stairs! Well, I've made ...
It’s_Got_To Be (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
"When it's _got_ to be,"--like! always say, As I notice the years whiz past,And know each day is a yesterday, When we ...
Jim (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
He was jes a plain ever'-day, all-round kind of a jour.,Consumpted-Iookin'-- but la!The jokeiest, wittiest, story-tellin', song-singin', laughin'est, jolliestFeller you ...
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 ...
Dan Paine (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Old friend of mine, whose chiming name Has been the burthen of a rhyme Within my heart since first I came To know ...
The Funny Little fellow (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
'Twas a Funny Little Fellow Of the very purest type,For he had a heart as mellow As an apple over ripe;And the ...
Natural Perversities (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I am not prone to moralize In scientific doubtOn certain facts that Nature tries To puzzle us about,--For I am no philosopher Of ...
A Dream Of Autumn (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Mellow hazes, lowly trailing Over wood and meadow, veiling Somber skies, with wildfowl sailing Sailor-like to foreign lands; And the north-wind overleaping Summer's brink, and ...
August (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
A day of torpor in the sullen heat Of Summer's passion: In the sluggish streamThe panting cattle lave their lazy feet, With drowsy ...
An Autumnal Extravaganza (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
With a sweeter voice than birds Dare to twitter in their sleep,Pipe for me a tune of words, Till my dancing fancies ...
The Old Home By The Mill (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
This is "The old Home by the Mill"--far we still call it so, Although the old mill, roof and sill, is ...
The Mulberry Tree (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mindAs I think of my childhood so long left behind;The home ...
The Home-Going (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
We must get home--for we have been away So long it seems forever and a day! And O so very homesick we ...
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 ...
To Hear Her Sing (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
To hear her sing--to hear her sing-- It is to hear the birds of Spring In dewy groves on blooming sprays Pour out ...