Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
Jap Miller
... You _can't_ take issue with him--er, at least, they haint no sense ...
Lullaby
... O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie--Baby-bye!-- ...
The Watches Of The Night
... -- What frailest staff of hope to stay--what faintest shaft of light ...
Say Something To Me
... If my poor heart from this silence were freed, ...
In The Dark
... -- They are not there now in the evening-- ...
"A Noted Traveler"
... C., And spread among such friends as might occur ...
On The Sunny Side
... Now we're where the laugh is,-- ...
By Her White Bed
... The fireflies' glimmering, and the sweet and low ...
Lines For An Album
... And prate of "peace" till one might think ...
"That Little Dog"
... .. _There_-- _There_ he is!--Little sneak!--What-a'-you-'bout ...
Them Flowers
... You've ketched him 'fore now--when his liver was sound ...
What Chris'mas Fetched The Wigginses
... The _boys_' friend, little, large and small-- ...
"Hik-Tee-Dik!"
... They played it three times--though the third they were beat ...
A Voice From The Farm
... Lit with the wholesome smiles that have not been ...
Tom Johnson's Quit
... We laughed, of course--'cause Tom, you know, ...
