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").
Wait For The Morning
Wait for the morning:--It will come, indeed,As surely as the night hath given need.The yearning eyes, at last, will strain their sightNo more..
© James Whitcomb Riley
What The Wind Said
'I muse to-day, in a listless way,In the gleam of a summer land;I close my eyes as a lover mayAt the touch of his sweetheart's hand,And I hear these..
© James Whitcomb Riley
What Smith Knew About Farming
There wasn't two purtier farms in the stateThan the couple of which I'm about to relate;--Jinin' each other--belongin' to Brown,And jest at the edge..
© James Whitcomb Riley
To My Old Friend, William Leachman
Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me,Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity,You allus had a kind word of counsul to..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Pipes O' Pan At Zekesbury
The pipes of Pan! Not idler now are theyThan when their cunning fashioner first blewThe pith of music from them: Yet for youAnd me their notes are..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Philiper Flash
Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad,His intentions were good--but oh, how sadFor a person to thinkHow the veriest pinkAnd bloom of perfection..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Bat
I.Thou dread, uncanny thing,With fuzzy breast and leathern wing,In mad, zigzagging flight,Notching the dusk, and buffetingThe black cheeks of the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Boy Patriot
I want to be a Soldier!--A Soldier!--A Soldier!--I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my handOr a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child
I bear dis cross dis many a mile.O de cross-bearin' chile--De cross-bearin' chile!I bear dis cross 'long many a roadWha' de pink ain't bloom' an' de..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Robert Burns Wilson
What intuition named thee?--Through what thrillOf the awed soul came the command divineInto the mother-heart, foretelling thineShould palpitate with..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Rainy Morning
The dawn of the day was dreary,And the lowering clouds o'erheadWept in a silent sorrowWhere the sweet sunshine lay dead;And a wind came out of the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Old Year And The New
I.As one in sorrow looks uponThe dead face of a loyal friend,By the dim light of New Year's dawnI saw the Old Year end.Upon the pallid features..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The South Wind And The Sun
O The South Wind and the Sun!How each loved the other oneFull of fancy--- full folly--Full of jollity and fun!How they romped and ran about,Like two..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Shower
The landscape, like the awed face of a child,Grew curiously blurred; a hush of deathFell on the fields, and in the darkened wildThe zephyr held its..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Little Lady
O The Little Lady's daintyAs the picture in a book,And her hands are creamy-whiterThan the water-lilies look;Her laugh's the undrown'd musicOf the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Lost Path
Alone they walked--their fingers knit together,And swaying listlessly as might a swingWherein Dan Cupid dangled in the weatherOf some sun-flooded..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Evening Company
Within the sitting-room, the companyHad been increased in number. Two or threeYoung couples had been added: Emma King,Ella and Mary Mathers--all..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Hoosier Folk-Child
The Hoosier Folk-Child--all unsung--Unlettered all of mind and tongue;Unmastered, unmolested--madeMost wholly frank and unafraid:Untaught of any..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Hoodoo
Owned a pair o' skates onc't.--TradedFer 'em,--stropped 'em on and wadedUp and down the crick, a-waitin'Tel she'd freeze up fit fer skatin'.Mildest..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Old Tramp
A Old Tramp slep' in our stable wunst,An' The Raggedy Man he caughtAn' roust him up, an' chased him offClean out through our back lot!An' th' Old..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Little Town O' Tailholt
You kin boast about yer cities, and their stiddy growth and size,And brag about yer County-seats, and business enterprise,And railroads, and..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Sermon Of The Rose
Wilful we are in our infirmityOf childish questioning and discontent.Whate'er befalls us is divinely meant--Thou Truth the clearer for thy..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Same Old Story
The same old story told again--The maiden droops her head,The ripening glow of her crimson cheekIs answering in her stead.The pleading tone of a..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Old-Home Folks
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of the five happy..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Pet Coon
Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to meWhen he's ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon'Bout as big as little pups, an' tied him to a..
© James Whitcomb Riley