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 ...
James Whitcomb Riley Poems on Weather (13 Poems)
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 ...
Grandfather Squeers (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
"My grandfather Squeers," said The Raggedy Man,As he solemnly lighted his pipe and began--"The most indestructible man, for his years,And ...
The Way It Wuz (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Las' July--an', I persume 'Bout as hot As the ole Gran'-Jury room Where they sot!-- Fight 'twixt Mike an' Dock McGriff-- 'Pears to me jes' ...
An Old Sweetheart Of Mine (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,And muses on the faces of the friends that he ...
Wet Weather Talk (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
It ain't no use to grumble and complain; It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice: When God sorts out the weather ...
Dream-March (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
"Wasn't it a funny dream!--perfectly bewild'rin'!-- Last night, and night before, and night before that, Seemed like I saw the march o' ...
He And I (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Just drifting on together-- He and I--As through the balmy weather Of July Drift two thistle-tufts imbedded Each in each--by zephyrs wedded-- Touring upward, giddy-headed, For ...
Old Man’s Nursery Rhyme (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I. In the jolly winters Of the long-ago, It was not so cold as now-- O! No! No! Then, as I remember, Snowballs, to eat, Were as ...
Winter Fancies (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I Winter without And warmth within; The winds may shout And the storm begin; The snows may pack At the window pane, And the skies grow black, And ...
The Lost Path (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Alone they walked--their fingers knit together, And swaying listlessly as might a swing Wherein Dan Cupid dangled in the weather Of some sun-flooded ...
The Hoodoo (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Owned a pair o' skates onc't.--Traded Fer 'em,--stropped 'em on and waded Up and down the crick, a-waitin' Tel she'd freeze up fit ...
Wet-weather Talk (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
It hain't no use to grumble and complane; It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice. -- When God sorts ...