Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
The Pathos Of Applause
... --"now, aware Of the good promise of our Traveler guest ...
A Cup Of Tea
... Though I've reveled o'er late lunches ...
Jack The Giant Killer
... He slewed the "griffuns"--_boff_, you know! ...
Where-Away
... Through the dusk, like glimmering stars, ...
The Frog
... The Storm swoops down, and he blows--and blows,-- ...
Billy And His Drum
... Ef you don't hear little Billy an' his big bass drum! ...
The Bear-Story
... --But he-- He _can't_ climb higher 'an old _Bears_ kin climb,-- ...
A Backward Look
... Where the big, white, hollow, old sycamore grows,-- ...
The Silent Victors
... HOLSTEIN. I Deep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's heart ...
Thinkin' Back
... Still they hide--but, thank the Lord, ...
Robert Burns Wilson
... Sing on while daisies bloom and lavrocks trill ...
Only A Dream
... He smiles in his heart, though his deep, sad eyes ...
Sleep
... Uplift their dangling hooves, and down the beams ...
An Impetuous Resolve
... An' nen all three'll drive roun' fer me ...
Blooms Of May
... And breezy breaths of all perfume!-- ...
