Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
The Rapture Of The Year
... While school-girls sweet, in lane or street, ...
A Song
... There's the song of the lark when the skies are clear, ...
My Father's Halls
... O, valiant knight, with hand of steel ...
A Barefoot Boy
... Upon this graceless barefoot and his track,— ...
"Old Bob White"
... _There!_ he's whizzed off down the lane-- ...
Dot Leedle Boy
... . . . Eef dot leedle boy vould LIFF'D-- ...
The Lost Kiss
... And the patter and trip of the little bare feet, ...
Our Hired Girl
... His old crook-scythe, and blinks his eyes, ...
Up And Down Old Brandywine
... Stonebruise too!--And scratched and tanned! ...
The Singer
... And dreams, high-throned on heights of fame, ...
Song Of The New Year
... "Ring out the shame and sorrow, ...
Dusk
... In spiral shapes grotesque, and dims the gold ...
A Summer Sunrise
... That fold their shadows round his feet ...
The Days Gone By
... And the tilting snipe stood fearless of the truant's wayward cry ...
My Bride That Is To Be
... And Woman's eyes of tears and smiles,-- ...
