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 Life (49 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
A New Year’s Time At Willards’s (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
1 The Hired Man TalksThere's old man Willards; an' his wife;An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;An' ...
The Child-World (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less,To those who knew its boundless happiness.A simple old frame house--eight rooms in ...
Farmer Whipple–Bachelor (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
It's a mystery to see me--a man o' fifty-four,Who's lived a cross old bachelor fer thirty year' and more--A-lookin' glad ...
The Silent Victors (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
MAY 30, 1878,Dying for victory, cheer on cheerThundered on his eager ear. --CHARLES L. HOLSTEIN.IDeep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's ...
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 ...
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 ...
Tom Van Arden (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Our warm fellowship is oneFar too old to comprehend Where its bond was first begun: Mirage-like before ...
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 ...
Philiper Flash (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad,His intentions were good--but oh, how sad For a person to think How the veriest pinkAnd ...
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 ...
To My Old Friend, William Leachman (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me,Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity,You allus ...
Fame (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
IOnce, in a dream, I saw a man With haggard face and tangled hair,And eyes that nursed as wild a care As ...
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 ...
Dead Selves (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
How many of my selves are dead? The ghosts of many haunt me: Lo,The baby in the tiny bedWith rockers on, ...
Man’s Devotion (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
A lover said, "O Maiden, love me well,For I must go away:And should ANOTHER ever come to tellOf love--What WILL ...
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 ...
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 ...
An Old Year’s Address (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
"I have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain; I have burnished the meteor's mail; I have bridled the wind When he whinnied ...
We Must Believe (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
_"Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief."_We must believe--Being from birth endowed with love and trust--Born unto loving;--and how simply ...
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 Sermon Of The Rose (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Wilful we are in our infirmityOf childish questioning and discontent.Whate'er befalls us is divinely meant--Thou Truth the clearer for thy ...
At Last (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in With shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blotThe firmament; and where the moon ...
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 ...
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 ...
Our Kind Of A Man (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
1The kind of a man for you and me!He faces the world unflinchingly,And smites, as long as the wrong resists,With ...
Scraps (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
There's a habit I have nurtured, From the sentimental timeWhen my life was like a story, And my heart a happy rhyme,--Of ...