And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust.
Stephen Benet (1898 - 1943)
Source: John Brown's Body, 1928
Contributed by: Zaady
Sherman's buzzin' along to de sea, Like Moses ridin' on a bumblebee.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Source: American Names, 1927
Dreaming men are haunted men.
Even the damned may salute the eloquence of Mr. Webster.
Source: The Devil and Daniel Webster, 1936
Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.
They were half of the first families in Virginia. Well, where do you start, when you start counting F.F.V.s?
Source: Western Star, 1943
The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.
Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's broke loose in Georgia.
Source: The Mountain Whippoorwill, 1923
We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.
Source: Litany for Dictatorships, 1936
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