Author: James Whitcomb Riley

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 […]