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 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
Away
I cannot say, and I will not sayThat he is dead- . He is just away!With a cheery smile, and a wave of the handHe has wandered into an unknown..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Poet's Wooing
I woo'd a woman once,But she was sharper than an eastern wind.Tennyson"What may I do to make you glad,To make you glad and free,Till your light..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Dream
Because her eyes were far too deepAnd holy for a laugh to leapAcross the brink where sorrow triedTo drown within the amber tide;Because the looks..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Granny
1 Granny's come to our house,2 And ho! my lawzy-daisy!3 All the childern round the place4 Is ist a-runnin' crazy!5 Fetched a cake fer little Jake,6..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Cup Of Tea
I have sipped, with drooping lashes,Dreamy draughts of Verzenay;I have flourished brandy-smashesIn the wildest sort of way;I have joked with 'Tom and..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Noon Interval
A deep, delicious hush in earth and sky --A gracious lull--since, from its wakening,The morn has been a feverish, restless thingIn which the pulse of..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Knee-Deep In June
Tell you what I like the best --'Long about knee-deep in June,'Bout the time strawberries meltsOn the vine, -- some afternoonLike to jes' git out and..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Summer Afternoon
A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,With labored respiration, moves the wheatFrom distant reaches, till the golden seasBreak in crisp whispers at my..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Little Orphant Annie
To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;The good ones -- Yes, the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Barefoot Boy
A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play --For May is here once more, and so is he, --His dusty trousers, rolled half to the knee,And his bare ankles..
© James Whitcomb Riley
When The Frost Is On The Punkin
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shockAnd you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cockAnd the clackin' of the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Life-Lesson
There! little girl; don't cry!They have broken your doll, I know;And your tea-set blue,And your play-house, too,Are things of the long ago;But..
© James Whitcomb Riley
To Eleonora Duse In
Were you a Greek when all the world was young,Before the weary years that pass and pass,Had scattered all the temples on the grass,Before the moss to..
© Sara Teasdale
To Eleonora Duse Ii
Your beauty lives in mystic melodies,And all the light about you breathes a song.Your voice awakes the dreaming airs that throngWithin our..
© Sara Teasdale
To A Picture Of Eleanor Duse
Was ever any face like this before —So light a veiling for the soul within,So pure and yet so pitiful for sin?They say the soul will pass the Heavy..
© Sara Teasdale
To L. R. E.
When first I saw you — felt you take my hand,I could not speak for happiness to findHow more than all they said your heart was kind,How strong you..
© Sara Teasdale