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 World (60 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 ...
Bud’s Fairy-Tale (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies _now_No more yet!--But they _is_, I bet! 'Cause efThey _wuzn't_ Fairies, nen I' ...
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 ...
Maymie’s Story Of Red Riding Hood (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
W'y, one time wuz a little-weenty dirl,An' she wuz named Red Riding Hood, 'cause her--Her _Ma_ she maked a little ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
A Country Pathway (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
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 ...
Three Dead Friends (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Always suddenly they are gone-- The friends we trusted and held secure-- Suddenly we are gazing on, Not a _smiling_ face, but the ...
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 ...
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 ...
His Room (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
"I'm home again, my dear old Room, I'm home again, and happy, too,As, peering through the brightening gloom, I find myself alone ...
A Backward Look (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday, And lazily leaning back in my chair, Enjoying myself in a general way-- Allowing my thoughts a ...
Thoughts Fer The Discuraged Farmer (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The summer winds is sniffin' round the bloomin' locus' trees;And the clover in the pastur is a big day fer the ...
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 ...
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 ...
Find The Favorite (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Our three cats is Maltese cats, An' they's two that's white,-- An' bofe of 'em's _deef_--an' that's 'Cause their _eyes_ ain't right.-- Uncle say ...
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 ...
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 ...
Down Around The River (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Noon-time and June-time, down around the river! Have to furse with 'Lizey Ann--but lawzy! I fergive her! Drives me off the place, ...
Right Here At Home (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Right here at home, boys, in old Hoosierdom, Where strangers allus joke us when they come, And brag o' _their_ old States ...
The Rose (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
It tossed its head at the wooing breeze; And the sun, like a bashful swain,Beamed on it through the waving trees With ...