Think of him still as the same, I say, He is not dead, he is just - away. — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
I don't know how to tell it--but ef such a thing could be As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me-- I'd want to 'ccommodate 'em--all the whole-in-durin' flock-- When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock. — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share
“ I woo'd a woman once, But she was sharper than an eastern wind.” — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
“In fact, to speak in earnest, I believe it adds a charm To spice the good a trifle with a little dust of harm” — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
“And Philiper Flash, With a horrible slash, Whacked his jugular open and went to smash.” — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
“A Parting Guest What delightful hosts are they— Life and Love! Lingeringly I turn away, This late hour, yet glad enough They have not… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
Continuous, unflagging effort, persistence and determination will win. Let not the man be discouraged who has these. — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
“He Is Not Dead I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead. He is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn For… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share
“To all the little children:- The happy ones; and sad ones; the boisterous ones and glad ones; The good ones- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.” — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share
It is no use to grumble and complain; It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain - Why, rain's my choice. — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days Is a… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
