Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
Song
... "I see the p'int to the whole concern,-- ...
When Mother Combed My Hair
... But its last gleams of gold have slipped ...
The Brook-Song
... Like laughing little children in the sun! ...
The Nine Little Goblins
... And he scratched and stared, and the next one said, ...
Dead Selves
... Through dead'ning pasture-lands, and tripped ...
I Smoke My Pipe
... And wrapped in shrouds of drifting clouds, ...
Kissing The Rod
... What we've missed of calm we couldn't ...
A Leave-Taking
... That thread my tears! ...
Back From A Two-years' Sentence
... But I've thought the whole thing through--, ...
When We First Played "Show"
... And Jamesy he's the "Iron Magnate" ...
What Smith Knew About Farming
... Brown, I wouldn't SELL out but we might swap aroun'-- ...
A Diverted Tragedy
... Nen Gracie smiled--ist _sobbed_ an' smiled-- ...
The Beautiful City
... By the winds of the tongues of all nations, ...
He Called Her In
... Clean from the Good-World!--smiled and kissed them, then ...
Thoughts Fer The Discuraged Farmer
... sly, Tel they stutter in theyr buzzin' and stagger as they fly ...
