'Twas the height of the fete when we quitted the riot,
And quietly stole to the terrace alone,
Where, pale as the lovers that ever swear by it,
The moon it

(C) James Whitcomb Riley
03/14/2017


Best Poems of James Whitcomb Riley

• Extremes
• A Good Man
• The Nine Little Goblins
• A Life Lesson
• When Evening Shadows Fall
• Dead Leaves
• Company Manners
• Thomas The Pretender
• A Mother-song
• Down Around The River
• In The Evening
• The Rival
• Old Indiany. Intended For A Dinner Of The Indiana Society Of Chicago
• Right Here At Home
• When June Is Here
• Our Boyhood Haunts
• The Rapture Of The Year
• A Liz Town Humorist
• Lines For An Album
• Anselmo