Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
Away
... When the little brown thrush that harshly chirred ...
A Feel In The Chris'mas-Air
... -- But it comes with _Chris'mas_, and no mistake!-- ...
The Rain
... And a hoarse-voiced mother shrieked and raved ...
At Aunty's House
... _) An' all the time, the wind blowed there, ...
Sister Jones's Confession
... An' kneeled there with me, side by side, ...
Go Winter!
... Shall spread her grasses where thy snows have been, ...
June At Woodruff
... Through night-scenes, are songs to her-- ...
Even song
... There's a lack of something yet, ...
When Bessie Died
... If the white feet into the grave had tripped--" ...
A Canary At The Farm
... Round you, and the woods is ringin' ...
Dan Paine
... While thy warm soul shines out, Dan Paine ...
Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub's
... An' cut little pie-dough biscuits, I did, ...
Silence
... The one starved star that tottered through the shade ...
Man's Devotion
... Through these long, long, long years, and now no more ...
In The South
... And there, drenched with the teary dews, ...
