Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous
old James Whitcomb Riley quotes, James Whitcomb Riley sayings, and James Whitcomb Riley proverbs, collected over the years from a variety
of sources.'
The Beautiful City! O mortal, / Fare hopefully on in thy quest, / Pass down through the green grassy portal / That leads to the Valley of Rest;James Whitcomb Riley
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...while you gasp and pant / And try to cool yourself—and can't— / With soda, cream and lemonade, / The heat at ninety in the shade,— / Just calmly sit and ponder o'er / These same degrees, with ninety more / On top of them, and so concede / The weather now is cool indeed! James Whitcomb Riley
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And so it seems like welcoming a friend-- / An old, old friend, upon his coming home / From some far country--coming home to spend / Long, loitering days with me.James Whitcomb Riley
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A monument for the Soldiers! / And what will ye build it of? / Can ye build it of marble, or brass, or bronze, / Outlasting the Soldiers' love? / Can ye glorify it with legends / As grand as their blood hath writ / From the inmost shrine of this land of thine / To the outermost verge of it?James Whitcomb Riley
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Herein are blown from out the South / Songs blithe as those of Pan's pursed mouth-- / As sweet in voice as, in perfume, / The night-breath of magnolia-bloom.James Whitcomb Riley
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That we, who see by sense of touch / And taste and hearing, see things you / May never look upon; and true / Is it that even in the scent / Of blossoms we find something meant / No eyes have in their faces read, / Or wept to see interpreted.James Whitcomb Riley
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And you might think it strange if now / I told you you were smiling. How / Do I know that? I hold your hand-- / Its language I can understand--James Whitcomb Riley
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O the drum! / There is some / Intonation in thy grum / Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb, / As we hear / Through the clear / And unclouded atmosphere, / Thy palpitating syllables roll in upon the ear!James Whitcomb Riley
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Ring out the shame and sorrow / And the misery and sin / That the dawning of the morrow / May in peace be ushered in.James Whitcomb Riley
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Where are they?--the friends of my childhood enchanted-- / The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own, / And the warm, chubby fingers my palms have so wanted, / As when we raced over / Pink pastures of clover, / And mocked the quail's whir and the bumblebee's drone? / Have the breezes of time blown their blossomy faces / Forever adrift down the years that are flown? / Am I never to see them romp back to their places, / Where over the meadow, / In sunshine and shadow, / The meadow-larks trill, and the bumblebees drone?James Whitcomb Riley
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The laziest of all days— / To get up any time— or sleep—/ Or just lay around and watch the haze / A dancin' cross the wheat and keep / My pipe a-govern leisurely.James Whitcomb Riley
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Midst of wealth of facts and fancies / That our memories may recall, / Thus the old-school-day romances / Are the dearest after all!— / When some sweet thought revises / The half-forgotten tune / That opened "Exercises,' / On Friday afternoon.James Whitcomb Riley