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    Riley Farm-Rhymes
    Riley Farm-Rhymes
    Riley Farm-Rhymes
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    Riley Farm-Rhymes

    By James Whitcomb Riley

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateJun 1, 2004
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      Riley Farm-Rhymes - James Whitcomb Riley

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Riley Farm-Rhymes, 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 Farm-Rhymes

      Author: James Whitcomb Riley

      Release Date: January 25, 2010 [EBook #4783]

      Last Updated: February 7, 2013

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RILEY FARM-RHYMES ***

      Produced by Robert Rowe, Charles Franks, David Widger

      and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team.

      RILEY FARM-RHYMES

      By James Whitcomb Riley

      Inscribed with all Grateful Esteem

      TO THE GOOD OLD-FASHIONED PEOPLE

           The deadnin' and the thicket's jes' a b'ilin' full o' June,

           From the rattle o' the cricket, to the yaller-hammer's tune;

           And the catbird in the bottom and the sap-suck on the

               snag,

           Seems's ef they cain't—od-rot-'em!—jes' do nothin' else

               but brag!

           There' music in the twitter o' the bluebird and the jay,

           And that sassy little critter jes' a-peckin' all the day;

           There' music in the flicker, and there' music in the

               thrush,

           And there' music in the snicker o' the chipmunk in the

               brush!—

           There' music all around me!—And I go back—in a dream

           Sweeter yit than ever found me fast asleep:—And, in the

                stream

           That used to split the medder wher' the dandylions

               growed,

           I stand knee-deep, and redder than the sunset down the

               road.

      CONTENTS

      TO THE GOOD OLD-FASHIONED PEOPLE

      RILEY FARM-RHYMES

      THE ORCHARD LANDS OF LONG AGO

      WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN

      WHEN THE GREEN GITS BACK IN THE TREES

      WET-WEATHER TALK

      THE BROOK-SONG

      THOUGHTS FER THE DISCURAGED FARMER

      MYLO JONES'S WIFE

      HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM

      A CANARY AT THE FARM

      WHERE THE CHILDREN USED TO PLAY

      GRIGGSBY'S STATION

      KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE

      SEPTEMBER DARK

      THE CLOVER

      OLD OCTOBER

      OLD-FASHIONED ROSES

      A COUNTRY PATHWAY

      WORTERMELON TIME

      UP AND DOWN OLD BRANDYWINE

      WHEN EARLY MARCH SEEMS MIDDLE MAY

      A TALE OF THE AIRLY DAYS

      OLD MAN'S NURSERY RHYME

      JUNE

      THE TREE-TOAD

      A SONG OF LONG AGO

      OLD WINTERS ON THE FARM

      ROMANCIN'

      RILEY FARM-RHYMES

      THE ORCHARD LANDS OF LONG AGO

           The orchard lands of Long Ago!

           O drowsy winds, awake, and blow

           The snowy blossoms back to me,

           And all the buds that used to be!

           Blow back along the grassy ways

           Of truant feet, and lift the haze

           Of happy summer from the trees

           That trail their tresses in the seas

           Of grain that float and overflow

           The orchard lands of Long Ago!

           Blow back the melody that slips

           In lazy laughter from the lips

           That marvel much if any kiss

           Is sweeter than the apple's is.

           Blow back the twitter of the birds—

           The lisp, the titter, and the words

           Of merriment that found the shine

           Of summer-time a glorious wine

           That drenched the leaves that loved it so,

           In orchard lands of Long Ago!

           O memory! alight and sing

           Where rosy-bellied pippins cling,

           And golden russets glint and gleam,

           As, in the old Arabian dream,

           The fruits of that enchanted tree

           The glad Aladdin robbed for me!

           And, drowsy winds, awake and fan

           My blood as when it overran

           A heart ripe as the apples grow

           In orchard lands of Long Ago!

      WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN

           When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in

                the shock,

           And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin'

                turkey-cock,

           And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the

                hens,

           And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;

           O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,

           With the risin' sun to greet him from a night

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