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The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley

in ten volumes

Riley, James Whitcomb (1849-1916)

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THE PASSING OF A HEART

THE SUMMER-TIME

SONG OF PARTING

THE WANDERING JEW

KISSING THE ROD

THE LIGHT OF LOVE

LET SOMETHING GOOD BE SAID

THE OLD HAND-ORGAN

A DREAM OF INSPIRATION

THE PIPER'S SON

HIS LAST PICTURE

THERE IS A NEED

LOVE'S AS BROAD AS LONG

LOCKERBIE STREET

THE OLD, OLD WISH

UNKNOWN FRIENDS

THE SONG OF YESTERDAY

A CASE IN P'INT

A WRAITH OF SUMMER-TIME

JACK THE GIANT-KILLER

SOMEP'N COMMON-LIKE

THE PRAYER PERFECT

MONSIEUR LE SECRETAIRE

IN THE CORRIDOR

A NONSENSE RHYME

MY FIRST SPECTACLES

AN OUT-WORN SAPPHO

THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS

THE TOUCH OF LOVING HANDS

THE OLD SCHOOL-CHUM

TO THE SERENADER

WHAT A DEAD MAN SAID

A SONG FOR CHRISTMAS

THE HOUR BEFORE THE DAWN

THE OLD YEAR AND THE NEW

GOOD-BY, OLD YEAR

A BALLAD FROM APRIL

WHEN DE FOLKS IS GONE

THE ORCHARD LANDS OF LONG AGO

WHILE THE MUSICIAN PLAYED

BE OUR FORTUNES AS THEY MAY

A HINT OF SPRING

LAST NIGHT—AND THIS

LITTLE GIRLY-GIRL

THE MOTHER SAINTED

THE LOST THRILL

REACH YOUR HAND TO ME

WE MUST GET HOME

ANOTHER RIDE FROM GHENT TO AIX

THE RIPEST PEACH

A DITTY OF NO TONE—

IN THE HEART OF JUNE

THE OLD-FASHIONED BIBLE

THE LAND OF USED-TO-BE

JUST TO BE GOOD

MR. WHAT'S-HIS-NAME

AFTER THE FROST

CHARLES H. PHILIPS

THE QUIET LODGER

UNCLE DAN'L IN TOWN OVER SUNDAY

SOLDIERS HERE TO-DAY

SHADOW AND SHINE

THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE

THOUGHTS FER THE DISCURAGED FARMER

A HYMB OF FAITH

AT BROAD RIPPLE

THE COUNTRY EDITOR

WORTERMELON TIME

A SONG OF THE CRUISE

WHEN AGE COMES ON

THE CIRCUS-DAY PARADE

WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN

ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT

THE MULBERRY TREE

TO MY OLD FRIEND, WILLIAM LEACHMAN

NORTH AND SOUTH

THE DAYS GONE BY

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THE LOST THRILL

I grow so weary, someway, of all things
That love and loving have vouchsafed to me,
Since now all dreamed-of sweets of ecstacy
Am I possessed of: The caress that clings—
The lips that mix with mine with murmurings
No language may interpret, and the free,
Unfettered brood of kisses, hungrily
Feasting in swarms on honeyed blossomings
Of passion's fullest flower—For yet I miss
The essence that alone makes love divine—
The subtle flavoring no tang of this
Weak wine of melody may here define:—
A something found and lost in the first kiss
A lover ever poured through lips of mine.