Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
The Merman
... They would pelt me with oysters and wiggletails, ...
Who Bides His Time
... Who bides his time -- he tastes the sweet ...
The Rival
... To calm my love -- kiss down her shielding hand ...
The Harper
... In a tremulous refrain:Patter and tinkle, and drip and drip! ...
"Mylo Jones's Wife"
... SHE'S scrubbed TEL she'll scrub no MORE!-- ...
The Mulberry Tree
... And the bright morning-glories that growed round the door ...
The Twins
... Roll 'em up in dreams together, rosy arm and chubby limb! ...
Their Sweet Sorrow
... Wrists-- and her raised eyes flash in splendor, ...
My Mary
... An' the fragrance o' the breeze,-- ...
A New Year's Time At Willards's
... Abner, call Down S'repty-- she's up-stairs, I guess-- ...
The Sermon Of The Rose
... and how poor We seem when we are richest,--most secure ...
A Monument For The Soldiers
... Can ye build it of marble, or brass, or bronze, ...
Das Krist Kindel
... talked. And their faces were like lilies, and their eyes like purest dew, ...
The Child-World
... " once a rare Old chronicler was asked, who brushed the hair ...
The Lugubrious Whing-Whang
... An' says: Ef I _don't_, w'y, I don't know _beans!_ ...
