Love-Lyrics & Songs Of Home: "Think of him still as the same, I say. He is not dead—he is just away.”
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Poet and author James Whitcomb Riley was born on October 7th 1849 in Greenfield, Indiana. Better known as the “Hoosier Poet” for his work with regional dialects, and also as the “Children’s Poet” Riley was born into an influential and well off family. However his education was spotty but he was surrounded by creativity which was to stand him in good stead later in life. His early career was a series of low paid temporary jobs. After stints as a journalist and billboard proprietor he had the resources to dedicate more of his efforts to writing. Riley was prone to drink which was to affect his health and later his career but after a slow start and a lot of submissions he began to gain traction first in newspapers and then with the publication of his dialect poems ‘Boone County Poems’ he came to national recognition. This propelled him to long term contracts to perform on speaking circuits. These were very successful but over the years his star waned. In 1888 he was too drunk to perform and the ensuing publicity made everything seem very bleak for a while. However he overcame that and managed to re-negotiate his contracts so that he received his rightful share of the income and his wealth thereafter increased very quickly. A bachelor, Riley seems to have his writings as his only outlet, and although in his public performances he was well received, his publications were becoming seen as banal and repetitive and sales of these later works began to fall away. Eventually after his last tour in 1895 he retired to spend his final years in Indianapolis writing patriotic poetry. Now in poor health, weakened by years of heavy drinking, Riley, the Hoosier Poet died on July 23, 1916 of a stroke. In a final, unusual tribute, Riley lay in state for a day in the Indiana Statehouse, where thousands came to pay their respects. Not since Lincoln had a public personage received such a send-off. He is buried at Crown Hill Cemetery in Indianapolis. Here we present Riley Love.
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Love-Lyrics & Songs Of Home - James Whitcomb Riley
Love-Lyrics & Songs Of Home by James Whitcomb Riley
Poet and author James Whitcomb Riley was born on October 7th 1849 in Greenfield, Indiana. Better known as the Hoosier Poet
for his work with regional dialects, and also as the Children’s Poet
Riley was born into an influential and well off family.
However his education was spotty but he was surrounded by creativity which was to stand him in good stead later in life.
His early career was a series of low paid temporary jobs. After stints as a journalist and billboard proprietor he had the resources to dedicate more of his efforts to writing.
Riley was prone to drink which was to affect his health and later his career but after a slow start and a lot of submissions he began to gain traction first in newspapers and then with the publication of his dialect poems ‘Boone County Poems’ he came to national recognition. This propelled him to long term contracts to perform on speaking circuits. These were very successful but over the years his star waned.
In 1888 he was too drunk to perform and the ensuing publicity made everything seem very bleak for a while. However he overcame that and managed to re-negotiate his contracts so that he received his rightful share of the income and his wealth thereafter increased very quickly.
A bachelor, Riley seems to have his writings as his only outlet, and although in his public performances he was well received, his publications were becoming seen as banal and repetitive and sales of these later works began to fall away.
Eventually after his last tour in 1895 he retired to spend his final years in Indianapolis writing patriotic poetry.
Now in poor health, weakened by years of heavy drinking, Riley, the Hoosier Poet died on July 23, 1916 of a stroke. In a final, unusual tribute, Riley lay in state for a day in the Indiana Statehouse, where thousands came to pay their respects. Not since Lincoln had a public personage received such a send-off. He is buried at Crown Hill Cemetery in Indianapolis.
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.
Index OF Poems
LOVE LYRICS
AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE
A' OLD PLAYED-OUT SONG
A VERY YOUTHFUL AFFAIR
AN OUT-WORN SAPPHO
THE PASSING OF A HEART
DREAM
HE CALLED HER IN
HER FACE AND BROW
HER BEAUTIFUL EYES
WHEN SHE COMES HOME
LET US FORGET
LEONAINIE
HER WAITING FACE
THE OLD YEAR AND THE NEW
THEIR SWEET SORROW
JUDITH
HE AND I
THE LOST PATH
MY BRIDE THAT IS TO BE
HOW IT HAPPENED
WHEN MY DREAMS COME TRUE
NOTHIN' TO SAY
IKE WALTON'S PRAYER
ILLILEO
THE WIFE-BLESSÉD
MY MARY
HOME AT NIGHT
WHEN LIDE MARRIED HIM
HER HAIR
LAST NIGHT - AND THIS
A DISCOURAGING MODEL
SUSPENSE
THE RIVAL
TOM VAN ARDEN
TO HEAR HER SING
A VARIATION
WHERE SHALL WE LAND?
THE TOUCHES OF HER HANDS
FARMER WHIPPLE - BACHELOR
THE ROSE
WHEN AGE COMES ON
HAS SHE FORGOTTEN?
BLOOMS OF MAY
THE SERMON OF THE ROSE
SONGS OF HOME
WE MUST GET HOME
JUST TO BE GOOD
MY FRIEND
THINKIN' BACK
NOT ALWAYS GLAD WHEN WE SMILE
HIS ROOM
THE PLAINT HUMAN
THE QUEST
THE MULBERRY TREE
FOR YOU
A FEEL IN THE CHRIS'MAS-AIR
AS CREATED
WHERE-AWAY
DREAMER, SAY
OUR OWN
THE OLD TRUNDLE-BED
WHO BIDES HIS TIME
NATURAL PERVERSITIES
A SCRAWL
WRITIN' BACK TO THE HOME-FOLKS
LAUGHTER HOLDING BOTH HIS SIDES
THE SONG OF YESTERDAY
SONG OF PARTING
OUR KIND OF A MAN
HOW DID YOU REST, LAST NIGHT?
OUT OF THE HITHERWHERE
JACK-IN-THE-BOX
THE BOYS
IT'S GOT TO BE
OUT OF REACH?
A BRAVE REFRAIN
IN THE EVENING
JIM
THE BEST IS GOOD ENOUGH
HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB
AS MY UNCLE USED TO SAY
WE MUST BELIEVE
A GOOD MAN
THE OLD DAYS
A SPRING SONG AND A LATER
KNEELING WITH HERRICK
THE RAINY MORNING
REACH YOUR HAND TO ME
TO MY OLD FRIEND, WILLIAM LEACHMAN
A BACKWARD LOOK
AT SEA
THE OLD GUITAR
JOHN McKEEN
THROUGH SLEEPY-LAND
THEM OLD CHEERY WORDS
TO THE JUDGE
OUR BOYHOOD HAUNTS
MY DANCIN'-DAYS IS OVER
HER BEAUTIFUL HANDS
James Whitcomb Riley – A Short Biography
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
With the written declaration that, "as surely as the vine
Grew round the stump," she loved me, that old sweetheart of mine.
And again I feel the pressure of her slender little hand,
As we used to talk together of the future we had planned
When I should be a poet, and with nothing else to do
But write the tender verses that she set the music to:
When we should live together in a cozy little cot
Hid in a nest of roses, with a fairy garden-spot,
Where the vines were ever fruited, and the weather ever fine,
And the birds were ever singing for that old sweetheart of mine:
When I should be her lover forever and a day,
And she my faithful sweetheart till the golden hair was gray;
And we should be so happy that when either's lips were dumb
They would not smile