Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
A Tale Of The Airly Days
... The old fi-er-place, with the crane swung out, ...
The Book Of Joyous Children
... The young brows, wreathed, all unsought, ...
Proem
... Leagues on leagues, and miles on miles, ...
Orlie Wilde
... I thought of firm earth, home and friends- ...
Red Riding-Hood
... Out in this gloomy old forest of Life!-- ...
The Willow
... That dandles high the dainty bird that flutters there to trill a ...
"Johnson's Boy"
... He'll say it's "Johnson's boy!" ...
The Shower
... The lightning snatched it, ripped and flung it down ...
Old Winters On The Farm
... _Wouldn't_ break!--and I wuz skeerd-like ...
The Bat
... O less than bird, and worse than beast, ...
Dead Leaves
... DUSK The frightened herds of clouds across the sky ...
When June Is Here
... Prince-Harvest apples, where the cloyed bees cling ...
The Best is Good Enough
... The fellow that goes "haw" for "gee" ...
To The Judge
... You can draw, not _complaints_, but a sketch of the hill ...
At Last
... The doctor, while the draft puffs in a breath-- ...
