Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
No Boy Knows
... -- And know that the ice and the snow and the rain-- ...
The Quest
... When the truce-bird pipes: Has he passed this way ...
From The Headboard Of A Grave In Paraguay
... And the doubt it gibbered and hugged itself, ...
Lawyer and Child
... Waiving all claims, of course, to heights pretentious,&mdash ...
Art And Love
... First time she smiles for love's sake with no fear ...
A Liz Town Humorist
... "Well, I'll jes' stand, in with Wess-- ...
Kneeling With Herrick
... Then, with good friends, the rarest few ...
Limitations Of Genius
... --But _he_-- _Well_, as he's answering _you_, he answers _me_,-- ...
In Bohemia
... With this great round world of gold!-- ...
The Loehrs And The Hammonds
... We have crunched and splashed through "Flint-bed Ford" ...
A Dost O' Blues
... Er a cyarbuncle, say, on the back of his neck, ...
The Little Town O' Tailholt
... You kin harp about yer churches, with their steeples in the clouds, ...
Her Beautiful Eyes
... As the morn shirts the mists and the clouds from the skies-- ...
The Raggedy Man
... An' the Squidgicum-Squees 'at swallers the'rselves: ...
Elizabeth
... That lispeth through the young-leaved trees, ...
