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 Dream Of Autumn
Mellow hazes, lowly trailingOver wood and meadow, veilingSomber skies, with wildfowl sailingSailor-like to foreign lands;And the north-wind..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Leave-Taking
She will not smile;She will not stir;I marvel whileI look on her.The lips are chillyAnd will not speak;The ghost of a lilyIn either cheek.Her..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Harper
Like a drift of faded blossomsCaught in a slanting rain,His fingers glimpsed down the strings of his harpIn a tremulous refrain:Patter and tinkle..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Christmas Memory
Pa he bringed me here to stay'Til my Ma she's well.--An' nenHe's go' hitch up, Chris'mus-day,An' come take me back againWher' my Ma's at! Won't I..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Old Guitar
Neglected now is the old guitarAnd moldering into decay;Fretted with many a rift and scarThat the dull dust hides away,While the spider spins a..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Ylladmar
Her hair was, oh, so dense a blurOf darkness, midnight envied her;And stars grew dimmer in the skiesTo see the glory of her eyes;And all the summer..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Broad Ripple
Oh luxury! Beyond the heatAnd dust of town, with dangling feetAstride the rock below the dam,In the cool shadows where the calmRests on the stream..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Orlie Wilde
A goddess, with a siren's grace,--A sun-haired girl on a craggy placeAbove a bay where fish-boats layDrifting about like birds of prey.Wrought was..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Fantasy
A fantasy that came to meAs wild and wantonly designedAs ever any dream might beUnraveled from a madman's mind,--A tangle-work of tissue, wroughtBy..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Who Bides His Time
Who bides his time, and day by dayFaces defeat full patiently,And lifts a mirthful roundelay,However poor his fortunes be,--He will not fail in any..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Song Of The New Year
I heard the bells at midnightRing in the dawning year;And above the clanging chorusOf the song, I seemed to hearA choir of mystic voicesFlinging..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Ike Walton's Prayer
I crave, dear Lord,No boundless hoardOf gold and gear,Nor jewels fine,Nor lands, nor kine,Nor treasure-heaps of anything.-Let but a little hut be..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Dream
I dreamed I was a spider;A big, fat, hungry spider;A lusty, rusty spiderWith a dozen palsied limbs;With a dozen limbs that dangledWhere three..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Raggedy Man
1 O the Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa;2 An' he's the goodest man ever you saw!3 He comes to our house every day,4 An' waters the horses, an' feeds 'em..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Her Beautiful Eyes
O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dewOn the violet's bloom when the morning is new,And the light of their love is the gleam of the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Child-World
_The Child-World--long and long since lost to view--A Fairy Paradise!--How always fair it was and fresh and new--How every affluent hour heaped heart..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Country Pathway
I come upon it suddenly, alone--A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own,I wander as it leads.Full..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Good Man
IA good man never dies--In worthy deed and prayerAnd helpful hands, and honest eyes,If smiles or tears be there:Who lives for you and me--Lives for..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Passing Hail
Let us rest ourselves a bit!Worry?-- wave your hand to it --Kiss your finger-tips and smileIt farewell a little while.Weary of the weary wayWe have..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Dream Of Long Ago
Lying listless in the mossesUnderneath a tree that tossesFlakes of sunshine, and embossesIts green shadow with the snow--Drowsy-eyed, I sink in..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Masque Of The Seasons
Scene.--_A kitchen.--Group of Children, popping corn.--The Fairy Queenof the Seasons discovered in the smoke of the corn-popper.--Waving herwand..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Our Hired Girl
1 Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;2 An' she can cook best things to eat!3 She ist puts dough in our pie-pan,4 An' pours in somepin' 'at's good..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Liberty
New Castle, July 4, 1878or a hundred years the pulse of timeHas throbbed for Liberty;For a hundred years the grand old climeColumbia has been..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Parting Guest
What delightful hosts are they -- Life and Love!Lingeringly I turn away, This late hour, yet glad enoughThey have not withheld from me Their..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Song Of The Road
O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever way you fare,You'll have me, too, the side o' you, with heart as light as air;No care for where the road..
© James Whitcomb Riley