James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley (October 7, 1849 – July 22, 1916) was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. During his lifetime he was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and "Children'sБольше
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The Willow

Who shall sing a simple ditty about the Willow,
Dainty-fine and delicate as any bending spray That dandles high the dainty bird that flutters there to trill a Tremulously tender song of greeting to the May
Bravest, too, of all the trees<...

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The Old Swimmin Hole

Oh
the old swimmin'-hole
whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know Before we c...

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To A Boy Whistling

The smiling face of a happy
With its enchanted
Is now unlocking in
My store of heartiest joy

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#the1 мин. чтения

The Old Times Were The Best

Friends, my heart is half
Of its happiness to-night:
Though your songs are gay and cheery,
And your spirits feather-light,

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The Rapture Of The Year

While skies glint bright with bluest light Through clouds that race o'er fields and town,
And leaves go dancing left and right,
And orchard apples tumble down;
While school-girls sweet, in lane or street,

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The Merman

Who would beA merman gay,
Singing alone,
Sitting alone,
With a mermaid's knee,

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At Broad Ripple

Oh luxury
Beyond the heat And dust of town, with dangling feet Astride the rock below the dam,
In the cool shadows where the calm Rests on the stream again, and all Is silent save the waterfall,— I bait my hook and cast my line,
And...

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Her Beautiful Hands

Your hands--they are strangely fair
O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches

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Her Beautiful Eyes

O her beautiful eyes
they are as blue as the dew On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run: As the morn shirts the mists and the c...

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Granny

Granny's come to our house, And ho
my lawzy-daisy
All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin' crazy
Fetched a cake fer little Jake, And fetched a pie fer Nanny, And fetched a pear fer all the pack That runs to kiss their Grann...

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To Annie

When the lids of dusk are falling O'er the dreamy eyes of day,
And the whippoorwills are calling, And the lesson laid away,--May Mem'ry soft and tender As the prelude of the night,
Bend over you and render As tranquil a delight
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Ylladmar

Her hair was, oh, so dense a
Of darkness, midnight envied her;
And stars grew dimmer in the
To see the glory of her eyes;

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