Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
The Little Lady
... -- Yet all in vain I praise The Little Lady! ...
The Town Karnteel
... And joomping there in sacks-- and-- and-- ...
A Song Of Long Ago
... And the wild whir of the locust, and the bumble's drowsy drone ...
Grandfather Squeers
... and there, In the subsequent hush they could hear him chew air ...
Extremes
... II And a little girl once kept so still ...
Wait For The Morning
... The yearning eyes, at last, will strain their sight ...
A Ditty Of No Tone
... And I would pluck from out the dank, rich mould, ...
Kingry's Mill
... And straw hats, went through the wheat, ...
Old Fashioned Roses
... Bunch out whur the sun kin strike 'em, ...
John Brown
... -- For these doomed there it was he went to death ...
A Good Man
... Folded--yet, though we mourn and mourn, ...
An Out-Worn Sappho
... To know your tears are worthless, though they rolled ...
The Speeding Of The King's Spite
... And heard your brains, as they laughed and danced ...
His Room
... I missed you--missed you night and day-- ...
To Robert Burns
... Its poverty. There where the simple daisy grew ...
