James Whitcomb Riley Quotes
James Whitcomb Riley offers whimsical, nature-filled verses that wander through night skies and quiet wonder.
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The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
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O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.
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One naked star has waded through The purple shadows of the night, And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light.
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An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you don't watch out.
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I don't know how to tell it--but ef such a thing could be As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me-- I'd want to 'ccommodate 'em--all the whole-in-durin' flock-- When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
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Continuous, unflagging effort, persistence and determination will win. Let not the man be discouraged who has these.
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It is no use to grumble and complain; It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain - Why, rain's my choice.
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But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock-When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
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Who bides his time tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltiest tear; And though he fares with slowest feet Joy runs to meet him drawing near.
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Oh, the world's a curious compound, with its honey and its gall, With its cares and bitter crosses, but a good world after all. And a good God must have made it-leastways, that is what I say, When a hand is on my shoulder in a friendly sort of way.
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O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
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He is not dead, he is just - away.
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Tell you what I like the best - 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, - some afternoon Like to jes' git out and rest, And not work at nothin' else!
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I love the horse from hoof to head. From head to hoof and tail to mane. I love the horse as I have said - From head to hoof and back again.
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To make the world a friendly place, one must show it a friendly face.
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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.