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").
Who Santy-Claus Wuz
Jes' a little bit o' feller--I remember still--Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will.Fourth o' July's nothin' to it!--New Year's..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Company Manners
When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said she,--'It's unpolite, when they's Company,To say you've drinked _two_ cups, you see,--But say you've drinked..
© James Whitcomb Riley
When She Comes Home
When she comes home again! A thousand waysI fashion, to myself, the tendernessOf my glad welcome: I shall tremble--yes;And touch her, as when first..
© James Whitcomb Riley
How Did You Rest, Last Night?
'How did you rest, last night?'--I've heard my gran'pap sayThem words a thousand times--that's right--Jes them words thataway!As punctchul-like as..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Father William
A NEW VERSION BY LEE O. HARRIS AND JAMESWHITCOMB RILEY'You are old, Father William, and though one would thinkAll the veins in your body were dry,Yet..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Down Around The River
Noon-time and June-time, down around the river!Have to furse with 'Lizey Ann--but lawzy! I fergive her!Drives me off the place, and says 'at all 'at..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Bumblebee
1 You better not fool with a Bumblebee! --2 Ef you don't think they can sting -- you'll see!3 They're lazy to look at, an' kind o' go4 Buzzin' an'..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Art And Love
He faced his canvas (as a seer whose kenPierces the crust of this existence through)And smiled beyond on that his genius knewEre mated with his..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Water-Color
Low hidden in among the forest treesAn artist's tilted easel, ankle-deepIn tousled ferns and mosses, and in theseA fluffy water-spaniel, half..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A' Old Played-Out Song
It's the curiousest thing in creation,Whenever I hear that old song,'Do They Miss Me at Home?' I'm so bothered,My life seems as short as it's..
© James Whitcomb Riley
On The Sunny Side
Hi and whoop-hooray, boys!Sing a song of cheer!Here's a holiday, boys,Lasting half a year!Round the world, and half isShadow we have tried;Now we're..
© James Whitcomb Riley
No Boy Knows
There are many things that boys may know--Why this and that are thus and so,--Who made the world in the dark and litThe great sun up to lighten..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Das Krist Kindel
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill December night;And in dressing-gown..
© James Whitcomb Riley
An Out-Worn Sappho
How tired I am! I sink down all aloneHere by the wayside of the Present. Lo,Even as a child I hide my face and moan--A little girl that may no..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Dusk
The frightened herds of clouds across the skyTrample the sunshine down, and chase the dayInto the dusky forest-lands of grayAnd sombre twilight. Far..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Down On Wriggle Crick
'Best time to kill a hog's when he's fat.' --Old Saw.Mostly folks is law-abidin'Down on Wriggle Crick--,Seein' they's no Squire residin'In our..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Dearth
I hold your trembling hand to-night-- and yetI may not know what wealth of bliss is mine,My heart is such a curious designOf trust and jealousy! Your..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Dreamer, Say
Dreamer, say, will you dream for meA wild sweet dream of a foreign land,Whose border sips of a foaming seaWith lips of coral and silver sand;Where..
© James Whitcomb Riley
When Evening Shadows Fall
When evening shadows fall,She hangs her cares awayLike empty garments on the wallThat hides her from the day;And while old memories throng,And..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Old Winters On The Farm
I have jest about decidedIt 'ud keep a _town-boy_ hoppin'Fer to work all winter, choppin'Fer a' old fire-place, like _I_ did!Lawz! them old times wuz..
© James Whitcomb Riley
When De Folks Is Gone
What dat scratchin' at de kitchin do'?Done heah'n dat foh an hour er mo'!Tell you Mr. Niggah, das sho's yo' bo'n,Hit's mighty lonesome waitin' when..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A New Year's Plaint
In words like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,Like coarsest clothes against the cold;But that large grief which these enfoldIs given in outline and no..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Cousin Rufus' Story
My little story, Cousin Rufus said,Is not so much a story as a fact.It is about a certain willful boy--An aggrieved, unappreciated boy,Grown to..
© James Whitcomb Riley
On The Banks O' Deer Crick
On the banks o' Deer Crick! There's the place fer me!--Worter slidin' past ye jes as clair as it kin be:--See yer shadder in it, and the shadder o'..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Old Man's Nursery Rhyme
I.In the jolly wintersOf the long-ago,It was not so cold as now--O! No! No!Then, as I remember,Snowballs, to eat,Were as good as apples now,And every..
© James Whitcomb Riley