Category: Poetry
⁂ _The publication of this volume in the Homestead Edition of the works of James Whitcomb Riley is made possible by the courtesy of The Bowen-Merrill Company, of Indianapolis, the original publishers of Mr. Riley’s books._
“Oh, don’t, Tude; don’t _rehearse_ like that at me!—I can’t a-bear it.” And the serious Mr. Twiggs held out his hand as though warding off a blow. At this appeal the girl’s deme...
3. Part 3The moonlight is failin’— The sad stars are palin’— The black wings av night are a-dhroopin’ an’ trailin’; The wind’s miserere Sounds lonesome an’ dreary; The katydid’s dumb an’...
2. Part 2And while communing thus, I count An inner wealth of large amount,— The wealth of honest purpose blent With Penury’s environment,— The wealth of owing naught to-day But debts th...
1. Part 1⁂ _The publication of this volume in the Homestead Edition of the works of James Whitcomb Riley is made possible by the courtesy of The Bowen-Merrill Company, of Indianapolis, t...
5. Part 5Ho! my little maiden With the glossy tresses, Come thou and dance with me A measure all divine; Let my breast be laden With but thy caresses— Come thou and glancingly Mate thy f...