Books Should Be Free
Loyal Books
Free Public Domain Audiobooks & eBook Downloads
Search by: Title, Author or Keyword

Afterwhiles   By: (1849-1916)

Book cover

First Page:

Transcriber's Note. Most of this etext was made with a "Top Scan" text scanner, with a bit of correcting here and there. Mr. Riley does spell pretty=purty and such things and have been left as printed, including the first poem in this book listed as "Proem" on both the contents page and the page headers, even though in later editions this poem is simply called "Afterwhiles." In "The South Wind and the Sun" the line is 'Laughed out in every look.' while in later versions it has the word 'nook', replacing 'look.' The poem "Old Aunt Mary's" is later retitled "Out To Old Aunt Mary's" and later enlarged by 13 verses. The "In Dalect" section has the ' to replace a letter that he left out, to make the word sound a certain way, including words like sure enuff he writes as sho' nuff, or He'pless as helpless and ect. This etext is based on the 1898 edition Published by The Bobbs Merrill Company, Indianapolis Publishers. "Teary Eyes" Anderson

Afterwhiles by James Whitcomb Riley

Dedicated to my mother Elizabeth

Contents Proem (AKA "Afterwhiles") Herr Weiser The Beautiful City Lockerbie Street Das Krist Kindel Anselmo A Home Made Fairy Tale The South Wind and the Sun The Lost Kiss The Sphinx If I knew What Poets Know Ike Walton's Prayer A Rough Sketch Our Kind of a Man The Harper Old Aunt Mary's (AKA "Out To Old Aunt Mary's" Later was enlarged by 13 verses) Illileo The King A Bride The Dead Lover A Song When Bessie Died The Shower A Life Lesson A Scrawl Away Who Bides His Time From the Headboard of a Grave in Paraguay Laughter Holding Both His Sides Fame The Ripest Peach A Fruit Piece Their Sweet Sorrow John McKeen Out of Nazareth September Dark We to Sigh Instead of Sing The Blossoms on the Trees Last Night And This A Discouraging Model Back from a Two Year Sentence The Wandering Jew Becalmed To Santa Claus Where the Children Used to Play A Glipse of Pan

Sonnets Pan Dusk June Silence Sleep Her Hair Dearth A Voice from the Farm The Serenade Art and Love Longfellow Indiana Time Grant At Rest August 8, 1885

In Dialect Old Fashioned Roses Griggsby's Station Knee Deep in June When the Hearse Comes Back A Canary at the Farm A Liz Town Humorist Kingry's Mill Joney Like His Mother Used to Make The Train Misser Granny Old October Jim To Robert Burns A New Year's Time at Willard's The Town Karnteel Regardin' Terry Hut Leedle Dutch Baby Down on Wriggle Crick When de Folks is Gone The Little Town o' Tailholt Little Orphant Annie


Where are they the Afterwhiles Luring us the lengthening miles Of our lives? Where is the dawn With the dew across the lawn Stroked with eager feet the far Way the hills and valleys are? Were the sun that smites the frown Of the eastward gazer down? Where the rifted wreaths of mist O'er us, tinged with amethyst, Round the mountain's steep defiles? Where are the afterwhiles?

Afterwhile and we will go Thither, yon, and too and fro From the stifling city streets To the country's cool retreats From the riot to the rest Were hearts beat the placidest: Afterwhile, and we will fall Under breezy trees, and loll In the shade, with thirsty sight Drinking deep the blue delight Of the skies that will beguile Us as children afterwhile.

Afterwhile and one intends To be gentler to his friends , To walk with them, in the hush Of still evenings, o'er the plush Of home leading fields, and stand Long at parting, hand in hand: One, in time, will joy to take New resolves for some one's sake, And wear then the look that lies Clear and pure in other eyes We will soothe and reconcile His own conscience afterwhile.

Afterwhile we have in view A far scene to journey to , Where the old home is, and where The old mother waits us there, Peering, as the time grows late, Down the old path to the gate . How we'll click the latch that locks In the pinks and hollyhocks, And leap up the path once more Where she waits us at the door ! How we'll greet the dear old smile, And the warm tears afterwhile!

Ah, the endless afterwhiles ! Leagues on leagues, and miles on miles, In distance far withdrawn, Stretching on, and on, and on, Till the fancy is footsore And faints in the dust before The last milestone's granite face, Hacked with: Here Beginneth Space... Continue reading book >>

eBook Downloads
ePUB eBook
• iBooks for iPhone and iPad
• Nook
• Sony Reader
Kindle eBook
• Mobi file format for Kindle
Read eBook
• Load eBook in browser
Text File eBook
• Computers
• Windows
• Mac

Review this book

Popular Genres
More Genres
Paid Books