Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
The Funny Little fellow
... For his songs of praise were slim,-- ...
Our Boyhood Haunts
... Bruised scents of _fleur-de-lis_, ...
_Like His Mother Used To Make
... " And the feller, as he grabbed her, says--, "You bet I hain't forgot-- ...
September Dark
... The low, slow moon, and upward drifts, ...
The Shoemaker
... Our feet may know the right from wrong, ...
A Song Of Singing
... Or tree-toad by the trickling spring! ...
Farmer Whipple--Bachelor
... "-- And my feelin's struck a pardnership with sunset and went down! ...
When The Hearse Comes Back
... Back! Meet it goin' to'rds the cimet'ry, you'll want to drap yer eyes-- ...
Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance
... An' says, "Yes, childern, she's right about Pa-- ...
The Hereafter
... Our smiles or tears, whatever befall: ...
In The Evening
... Till the twain are thrilled as now, ...
The Hoosier Folk-Child
... Wherethrough he peers, with troubled frown, ...
Noey Bixler
... then, i gum! I'll make a bow 'at you kin brag on some! ...
John McKeen
... And your "finished" daughters will doubtless do ...
An Empty Nest
... Who seeks his childhood's home once more, ...
