Author: James Whitcomb Riley

OH! the old swimmin’-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, […]

Granny’s come to our house, And ho! my lawzy-daisy! All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin’ crazy! Fetched […]

There! little girl; don’t cry! They have broken your doll, I know; And your tea-set blue, And your play-house, too, […]

THEY all climbed up on a high board-fence – Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes – Nine little Goblins that […]

Neglected now is the old guitar And moldering into decay; Fretted with many a rift and scar That the dull […]

The smiling face of a happy boy With its enchanted key Is now unlocking in memory My store of heartiest […]

Who bides his time, and day by day Faces defeat full patiently, And lifts a mirthful roundelay, However poor his […]

A deep, delicious hush in earth and sky A gracious lull since, from its wakening, The morn has been a […]

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble […]

Who has not wanted, does not guess What plenty is. Who has not groped In depths of doubt and hopelessness, […]

It hain’t no use to grumble and complane; It’s jest as cheap and easy to rejoice. When God sorts out […]

What delightful hosts are they Life and Love! Lingeringly I turn away, This late hour, yet glad enough They have […]

While skies glint bright with bluest light Through clouds that race o’er fields and town, And leaves go dancing left […]

Like a drift of faded blossoms Caught in a slanting rain, His fingers glimpsed down the strings of his harp […]

I woo’d a woman once, But she was sharper than an eastern wind. Tennyson “What may I do to make […]

A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, With labored respiration, moves the wheat From distant reaches, till the golden seas Break […]

Her hair was, oh, so dense a blur Of darkness, midnight envied her; And stars grew dimmer in the skies […]

O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever way you fare, You’ll have me, too, the side o’ you, […]

Friends, my heart is half aweary Of its happiness to-night: Though your songs are gay and cheery, And your spirits […]

Tell you what I like the best ‘Long about knee-deep in June, ‘Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, […]