Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
Blind
... but as For his own virtues, let them pass, ...
The Old-Home Folks
... That dandles high the happy bird that flutters there to trill a ...
The Harp Of The Minstrel
... The grass and the stubble--the frost and the snow ...
Old Man's Nursery Rhyme
... V. Nights by the kitchen-stove, ...
Climatic Sorcery
... With his old white mustache froze full o' breath ...
May I Not Weep With You
... Then- pressure round your neckthe hands you vised ...
Our Kind Of A Man
... And his face sublime through the blind man's tears ...
There Was A Cherry-Tree
... There was a cherry-tree, give thanks and joy!- ...
Honey Dripping From The Comb
... A wilted apple that the worm had spurned,-- ...
Down Around The River
... Don't know where she's hid his hat, er keerin' where his coat is,-- ...
The Circus-Day Parade
... Till our glad eyes gleamed and glistened like the spangles that they wore! ...
Dearth
... They once poured out their sweetness otherwhere, ...
The Evening Company
... And all the year 'round, there is brewing of ale ...
The Treasure Of The Wise Man
... "And they're welcome to all things else," he said, ...
Down On Wriggle Crick
... Made his friends, but wouldn't stop there--, ...
