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Welcome to James Whitcomb Riley's Poetry

James Whitcomb Riley was born on October 7, 1849 in Greenfield, Indiana, surrounded by farmland and primitive forests. The wooden planked National Road, which American pioneers and settlers used to travel to the western half of the nation, ran right through Greenfield. The area was diverse in culture, with people from many different homelands, though outwardly appearing as rough wilderness and newly settled country.

The critic, Hamlin Garland, described it after a visit by saying, "To my... about James Whitcomb Riley

Latest Poems Of James Whitcomb Riley

The Rival
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We to Sigh Instead of Sing
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Our Hired Girl
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A Parting Guest
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The Rapture of the Year
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A Barefoot Boy
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By Gail Gonzales 22 Jun, 2011
I am questing that he was in water of some level, this explaines the rolled up pants,he appartely stubed his toe to the point of the toe nail releaseing it self from the skin from an oject that was bumped into well in the water.

By Robert Kinard 11 Oct, 2009
I'm not sure I get it
but I like the way it reads
(The Rival)


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