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 ...
James Whitcomb Riley Poems on Mothers (50 Poems)
No Boy Knows (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
There are many things that boys may know-- Why this and that are thus and so,-- Who made the world in the ...
The Lost Kiss (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I put by the half-written poem,While the pen, idly trailed in my hand,Writes on--, "Had I words to complete it,Who'd ...
Like His Mother Used To Make (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
"Uncle Jake's Place," St. Jo, Mo., 1874"I was born in Indiany," says a stranger, lank and slim,As us fellers in ...
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 ...
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All hope of rest withdrawn me?-- What dread command hath put This awful curse upon me-- The curse of the wandering foot!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 ...
Nothin’ To Say (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, ginerly has their way!Yer mother ...
When Mother Combed My Hair (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
When Memory, with gentle hand,Has led me to that foreign landOf childhood days, I long to beAgain the boy on ...
Old Fashioned Roses (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
They ain't no style about 'em,And they're sorto' pale and faded,Yit the doorway here, without 'em,Would be lonesomer, and shadedWith ...
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 ...
Our Little Girl (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Her heart knew naught of sorrow, Nor the vaguest taint of sin--'Twas an ever-blooming blossom Of the purity within:And her hands knew ...
Dead In Sight Of Fame (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
DIED--Early morning of September 5, 1876, andin the gleaming dawn of "name and fame,"Hamilton J. Dunbar.Dead! Dead! Dead! We thought him ours alone;And ...
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 ...
Dawn, Noon And Dewfall (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I. Dawn, noon and dewfall! Bluebird and robin Up and at it airly, and the orchard-blossoms bobbin'! Peekin' from the winder, half-awake, and wishin' I ...
The Stepmother (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
First she come to our house, Tommy run and hid; And Emily and Bob and me We cried jus' like we did When Mother ...
Being His Mother (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Being his mother--when he goes away I would not hold him overlong, and so Sometimes my yielding sight of him grows O So ...
Longfellow (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The winds have talked with him confidingly;The trees have whispered to him; and the nightHath held him gently as a ...
His Mother (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
DEAD! my wayward boy--_my own_-- Not _the Law's!_ but _mine_--the good God's free gift to me alone, Sanctified by motherhood. "Bad," you say: Well, ...
Orlie Wilde (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
The Harper (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Like a drift of faded blossoms Caught in a slanting rain, His fingers glimpsed down the strings of his harp ...