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    Riley Love-Lyrics
    Riley Love-Lyrics
    Riley Love-Lyrics
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    Riley Love-Lyrics

    By James Whitcomb Riley and Will Vawter

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateOct 1, 2001
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      Riley Love-Lyrics - James Whitcomb Riley

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Riley Love-Lyrics, by James Whitcomb Riley

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included

      with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org

      Title: Riley Love-Lyrics

      Author: James Whitcomb Riley

      Illustrator: Will Vawter

      Release Date: November 23, 2006 [EBook #19897]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RILEY LOVE-LYRICS ***

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      RILEY LOVE-LYRICS

      RILEY LOVE-LYRICS

      JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY

      ILLUSTRATED BY WILL VAWTER

      INDIANAPOLIS

      THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY

      PUBLISHERS

      Copyright, 1883, 1887, 1888, 1890, 1891, 1892, 1894, 1897, 1898, 1901, 1905, by James Whitcomb Riley

      Copyright 1921, The Bobbs-Merrill Company

      All rights reserved

      Printed in the United States of America

      PRESS OF

      BRAUNWORTH & CO.

      BOOK MANUFACTURERS

      BROOKLYN, N.Y.

      INSCRIBED

      TO THE ELECT OF LOVE,—OR SIDE-BY-SIDE

      IN RAPTEST ECSTASY, OR SUNDERED WIDE

      BY SEAS THAT BEAR NO MESSAGE TO OR FRO

      BETWEEN THE LOVED AND LOST OF LONG AGO.

      So were I but a minstrel, deft

      At weaving, with the trembling strings

      Of my glad harp, the warp and weft

      Of rondels such as rapture sings,—

      I'd loop my lyre across my breast,

      Nor stay me till my knee found rest

      In midnight banks of bud and flower

      Beneath my lady's lattice-bower.

      And there, drenched with the teary dews,

      I'd woo her with such wondrous art

      As well might stanch the songs that ooze

      Out of the mockbird's breaking heart;

      So light, so tender, and so sweet

      Should be the words I would repeat,

      Her casement, on my gradual sight,

      Would blossom as a lily might.

      CONTENTS

      RILEY LOVE-LYRICS

      BLOOMS OF MAY

      DISCOURAGING MODEL, A

      DREAM

      FARMER WHIFFLE—BACHELOR

      HAS SHE FORGOTTEN?

      HE AND I

      HE CALLED HER IN

      HER BEAUTIFUL EYES

      HER FACE AND BROW

      HER HAIR

      HER WAITING FACE

      HOME AT NIGHT

      HOW IT HAPPENED

      IKE WALTON'S PRAYER

      ILLILEO

      JUDITH

      LAST NIGHT AND THIS

      LEONAINIE

      LET US FORGET

      LOST PATH, THE

      MY BRIDE THAT IS TO BE

      MY MARY

      NOTHIN' TO SAY

      OLD PLAYED-OUT SONG, A'

      OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE, AN

      OLD YEAR AND THE NEW, THE

      OUT-WORN SAPPHO, AN

      PASSING OF A HEART, THE

      RIVAL, THE

      ROSE, THE

      SERMON OF THE ROSE, THE

      SUSPENSE

      THEIR SWEET SORROW

      TO HEAR HER SING

      TOM VAN ARDEN

      TOUCHES OF HER HANDS, THE

      VARIATION, A

      VERY YOUTHFUL AFFAIR, A

      WHEN AGE COMES ON

      WHEN LIDE MARRIED HIM

      WHEN MY DREAMS COME TRUE

      WHEN SHE COMES HOME

      WHERE SHALL WE LAND?

      WIFE-BLESSÉD, THE

      RILEY LOVE-LYRICS

      AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE

      As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,

      And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,

      So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design,

      I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine.

      The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise,

      As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes,

      And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke

      Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke.

      Tis a fragrant retrospection—for the loving thoughts that start

      Into being are like perfume from the blossom of the heart;

      And to dream the old dreams over is a luxury divine—

      When my truant fancy wanders with that old sweetheart of mine.

      Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings,

      The voices of my children, and the mother as she sings,

      I feel no twinge of conscience to deny me any theme

      When Care has cast her anchor in the harbor of a dream.

      In fact, to speak in earnest, I believe it adds a charm

      To spice the good a trifle with a little dust of harm—

      For I find an extra flavor in Memory's mellow wine

      That makes me drink the deeper to that old sweetheart of mine.

      A face of lily-beauty, with a form of airy grace.

      Floats out of my tobacco as the genii from the vase;

      And I thrill beneath the glances of a pair of azure eyes

      As glowing as the summer and as tender as the skies.

      I can see the pink sunbonnet and the little checkered dress

      She wore when first I kissed her and she answered the caress

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