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Born in October 7, 1849 / Died in July 22, 1916 / United States / English

Poems by James Whitcomb Riley

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The Cyclone

...   While from the elms there came strange twitterings, ...

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Wash Lowry's Reminiscence

... And gittin' along with the school, you see, ...

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A Parent Reprimanded

...   An' she ist _cried_, she did! An' I ...

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Marthy Ellen

...   Jest agged the gyrl, and said she 'lowed ...

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Song Of Parting

...   They might pour as pours the rain, ...

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Thomas The Pretender

...   Says, "Tom can't _crow_, but he kin _cry_ ...

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Gratefully And Affectionately Inscribed To Joel Chandler Harris

...   _Rich, in sooth, the volume's worth_-- ...

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Told By "The Noted Traveler"

...   "'Hail, all hail! don't you see the stars a-fallin' ...

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Who Santy-Claus Wuz

... An' me a-dreamin' sleigh-bells when the clock 'ud whir an' buzz, ...

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A Session With Uncle Sidney

...   O here's a little rhyme for the Spring- or Summer-time-- ...

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John Alden And Percilly

...   And _Claircy_ whispered "_Christmas-gift_!" ...

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Craqueodoom

...   Raised his dank, dripping fins to the skies, ...

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The Dead Lover

... But to hear the throb of the pulse of a wing ...

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Lockerbie Street

... With their leaves lifted up to shake hands with the breeze ...

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The Hired Man And Floretty

... Ner haint _had_ none--I'd think, '_Well, where's the use!_' ...