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").
A Summer Sunrise
AFTER LEE O. HARRISThe master-hand whose pencils traceThis wondrous landscape of the morn,Is but the sun, whose glowing faceReflects the rapture and..
© James Whitcomb Riley
When The Green Gits Back In The Trees
In spring, when the green gits back in the trees,And the sun comes out and stays,And yer boots pulls on with a good tight squeeze,And you think of..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Her Beautiful Hands
Your hands- they are strangely fair!O Fair- for the jewels that sparkle there,-Fair- for the witchery of the spellThat ivory keys alone can tell;But..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Fruit Piece
The afternoon of summer foldsIts warm arms round the marigolds,And with its gleaming fingers, petsThe watered pinks and violetsThat from the casement..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Little-Girl-Two-Little-Girls
I'm twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma sayI'm two little girls. An' one o' meIs _Good_ little girl; an' th'other 'n' sheIs _Bad little girl as she can..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Man Of Many Parts
It was a man of many parts,Who in his coffer mindHad stored the Classics and the ArtsAnd Sciences combined;The purest gems of poesyCame flashing from..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Dost O' Blues
I' got no patience with blues at all!And I ust to kindo talkAginst 'em, and claim, 'tel along last Fall,They was none in the fambly stock;But a..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Canary At The Farm
Folks has be'n to town, and SahryFetched 'er home a pet canary--,And of all the blame', contrary,Aggervatin' things alive!I love music-- that I love..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Diverted Tragedy
Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot;But Gracie dearly loved her doll,An' played wiv it on the winder-sill'Way up-stairs, when she ought to _not_,An'..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Home-Made Fairy Tale
Bud, come here to your uncle a spell,And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell--For it's a secret and shore-'nuf true,And maybe I oughtn't to tell..
© James Whitcomb Riley
An Old Sweetheart Of Mine
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till in..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Glimpse Of Pan
I caught but a glimpse of him. Summer was here.And I strayed from the town and its dust and heat.And walked in a wood, while the noon was near,Where..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Gustatory Achievement
Last Thanksgivin'-dinner weEt at Granny's house, an' sheHad--ist like she alluz does--Most an' best pies ever wuz.Canned _black_ burry-pie an'..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Discouraging Model
Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing,With a Gainsborough hat, like a butterfly's wing,Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air,And a knot..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Ditty Of No Tone
_Piped to the Spirit of John Keats._I.Would that my lips might pour out in thy praiseA fitting melody--an air sublime,--A song sun-washed and draped..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Bear Family
Wunst, 'way West in Illinoise,Wuz two Bears an' their two boys:An' the two boys' names, you know,Wuz--like _ours_ is,--Jim an' Jo;An' their..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Brave Refrain
When snow is here, and the trees look weird,And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in the drover's beard,And the old..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Full Harvest
Seems like a feller'd ort 'o jes' to-dayGit down and roll and waller, don't you know,In that-air stubble, and flop up and crow,Seein' sich craps!..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Worn-Out Pencil
Welladay!Here I layYou at rest--all worn away,O my pencil, to the tipOf our old companionship!MemorySighs to seeWhat you are, and used to be,Looking..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Old Swimmin' Hole
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deepLooked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,And the gurgle of the worter round..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Lounger Rating: ★2.8
He leant against a lamp-post, lostIn some mysterious reverie:His head was bowed; his arms were crossed;He yawned, and glanced evasively:Uncrossed his..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Curly Locks
_Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine,--But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,And..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Ballad
With A Serious ConclusionCrowd about me, little children--Come and cluster 'round my kneeWhile I tell a little storyThat happened once with me.My..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Where-Away
O the Lands of Where-Away!Tell us--tell us--where are they?Through the darkness and the dawnWe have journeyed on and on--From the cradle to the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Bride
'O I am weary!' she sighed, as her billowyHair she unloosed in a torrent of goldThat rippled and fell o'er a figure as willowy,Graceful and fair as a..
© James Whitcomb Riley