Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Naughty Claude
When Little Claude was naughty wunstAt dinner-time, an' saidHe won't say '_Thank you_' to his Ma,She maked him go to bedAn' stay two hours an' not..
© James Whitcomb Riley
John Alden And Percilly
We got up a Christmas-doin'sLast Christmas Eve--Kindo' dimonstration'At I railly believeGive more satisfaction--Take it up and down--Than ary..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A New Year's Time At Willards's
1The Hired Man TalksThere's old man Willards; an' his wife;An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;An' Tomps McClure..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Blooms Of May
But yesterday!...O blooms of May,And summer roses--Where-away?O stars above,And lips of loveAnd all the honeyed sweets thereof!O lad and lassAnd..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Our Own
They walk here with us, hand-in-hand;We gossip, knee-by-knee;They tell us all that they have planned--Of all their joys to be,--And, laughing, leave..
© James Whitcomb Riley
When Early March Seems Middle May
When country roads begin to thawIn mottled spots of damp and dust,And fences by the margin drawAlong the frosty crustTheir graphic silhouettes, I..
© James Whitcomb Riley
While The Musician Played
O it was but a dream I hadWhile the musician played!--And here the sky, and here the gladOld ocean kissed the glade--And here the laughing ripples..
© James Whitcomb Riley
My Father's Halls
My father's halls, so rich and rare,Are desolate and bleak and bare;My father's heart and halls are one,Since I, their life and light, am gone.O..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Sea
O we go down to sea in ships--But Hope remains behind,And Love, with laughter on his lips,And Peace, of passive mind;While out across the deeps of..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Longfellow
The winds have talked with him confidingly;The trees have whispered to him; and the nightHath held him gently as a mother might,And taught him all..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Bedouin
O love is like an untamed steed!--So hot of heart and wild of speed,And with fierce freedom so in love,The desert is not vast enough,With all its..
© James Whitcomb Riley
As Created
There's a space for good to bloom inEvery heart of man or woman,--And however wild or human,Or however brimmed with gall,Never heart may beat without..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Let Us Forget
Let us forget. What matters it that weOnce reigned o'er happy realms of long-ago,And talked of love, and let our voices low,And ruled for some brief..
© James Whitcomb Riley
He And I
Just drifting on together--He and I--As through the balmy weatherOf JulyDrift two thistle-tufts imbeddedEach in each--by zephyrs wedded--Touring..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Lullaby
The maple strews the embers of its leavesO'er the laggard swallows nestled 'neath the eaves;And the moody cricket falters in his cry--Baby-bye!--And..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Out Of Nazareth
'He shall sleep unscathed of thievesWho loves Allah and believes.'Thus heard one who shared the tent,In the far-off Orient,Of the Bedouin ben..
© James Whitcomb Riley
My Bride That Is To Be
O soul of mine, look out and seeMy bride, my bride that is to be!Reach out with mad, impatient hands,And draw aside futurityAs one might draw a veil..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Sudden Shower
Barefooted boys scud up the streetOr skurry under sheltering sheds;And schoolgirl faces, pale and sweet,Gleam from the shawls about their heads.Doors..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Parent Reprimanded
Sometimes I think 'at Parents doesThings ist about as bad as _us_--Wite 'fore our vurry eyes, at that!Fer one time Pa he scold' my Ma'Cause he can't..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Noted Traveler
Even in such a scene of senseless playThe children were surprised one summer-dayBy a strange man who called across the fence,Inquiring for their..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Our Kind Of A Man
1The kind of a man for you and me!He faces the world unflinchingly,And smites, as long as the wrong resists,With a knuckled faith and force like..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Fame
IOnce, in a dream, I saw a manWith haggard face and tangled hair,And eyes that nursed as wild a careAs gaunt Starvation ever can;And in his hand he..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Rough Sketch
I caught, for a second, across the crowd--Just for a second, and barely that--A face, pox-pitted and evil-browed,Hid in the shade of a slouch-rim'd..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Nothin' To Say
Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, ginerly has their way!Yer mother did, afore you, when her..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Nessmuk
I hail thee, Nessmuk, for the lofty toneYet simple grace that marks thy poetry!True forester thou art, and still to be,Even in happier fields than..
© James Whitcomb Riley