Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
As My Uncle Used To Say
... And _tears_ won't bring it, w'y, you try _sweat_, ...
The Same Old Story
... The trembling tongue, the longing tone, ...
Let Us Forget
... From your drenched lids--and missed, with no regret, ...
His Vigil
... Thus should fold mine eyelids to, ...
Morton
... Though thousands throng your aisles and galleries-- ...
The King
... And their manes were silken, and thick and strong, ...
A Fruit Piece
... High up, through curled green leaves, a pear ...
Private Theatricals
... Love-tale--with brackets where to sigh ...
George Mullen's Confession
... death; I could tell of fiery deserts that have scorched me with their ...
"Little Jack Janitor"
... -- "_Ouch!_" yelled the little voice--"_un-snap it--quick!-- ...
When Old Jack Died
... I. When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said, ...
For You
... Ah me! One thing, I know, would still abide ...
Winter Fancies
... And shake the trees till the last leaves fall! ...
A Discouraging Model
... Nor the gold of her smile-- O what artist could dare ...
A Scrawl
... But they stumble and fall in the path of the way ...
