And the sun had on a crown Wrought of gilded thistledown, And a scarf of velvet vapor And a raveled rainbow gown; And his tinsel-tangled hair Tossed and lost upon the air Was glossier and flossier Than any anywhere. — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree, And hovering above them ... is a fairy cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry. — 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--… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
“ 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,… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
“To all the little children:- The happy ones; and sad ones; the boisterous ones and glad ones; The good ones- Yes, the good ones,… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
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… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
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
O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk. — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
Who bides his time tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltiest tear; And though he fares with slowest feet Joy runs to meet… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
Oh, the world's a curious compound, with its honey and its gall, With its cares and bitter crosses, but a good world after all.… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
