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 Prayers (30 Poems)
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 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 ...
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 ...
“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 ...
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 ...
Romancin’ (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I' b'en a-kindo musin', as the feller says, and I'm About o' the conclusion that they ain't no better time, When you ...
The Drum (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
O the drum! There is some Intonation in thy grum Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb, As we hear Through the clear And unclouded ...
The Iron Horse (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
No song is mine of Arab steed-- My courser is of nobler blood,And cleaner limb and fleeter speed, And greater strength and ...
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, ...
A New Year’s Plaint (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
In words like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfoldIs given ...
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 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 ...
Her Beautiful Hands (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Your hands--they are strangely fair!O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the spellThat ivory keys alone can ...
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 ...
Leonainie (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Leonainie--Angels named her; And they took the lightOf the laughing stars and framed her In a smile of white; And they made her ...
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 ...
Thanksgiving (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Let us be thankful--not only because Since last our universal thanks were told We have grown greater in the world's applause, And fortune's ...
Time (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
1The ticking-- ticking-- ticking of the clock--!That vexed me so last night--! "For though Time keepsSuch drowsy watch," I moaned, ...
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 ...
The Cyclone (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
So lone I stood, the very trees seemed drawn In conference with themselves.--Intense--intense Seemed everything;--the summer splendor on The sight,--magnificence! A babe's life might ...
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 ...
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 ...
Sister Jones’s Confession (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I thought the deacon liked me, yit I warn't adzackly shore of it-- Fer, mind ye, time and time agin, When jiners 'ud ...
The Katydids (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Sometimes I keep From going to sleep, To hear the katydids "cheep-cheep!" And think they say Their prayers that way; But _katydids_ don't have to ...
Harlie (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Fold the little waxen handsLightly. Let your warmest tearsSpeak regrets, but never fears,-- Heaven understands!Let the sad heart, o'er the tomb,Lift again ...
At Sea (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
O we go down to sea in ships-- But Hope remains behind,And Love, with laughter on his lips, And Peace, of passive ...
Little Orphant Annie (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones; The sober ...
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 ...