Go play with the towns you have built of blocks, The towns where you would have bound me! I sleep in my earth like a tired fox, And my bufdfalo have found me.
Stephen Benet (1898 - 1943)
Source: A Ballad of William Sycamore, (1790–1880), 1923
Contributed by: Zaady
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.
Source: The Devil and Daniel Webster, 1936
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.
Source: John Brown's Body, 1928
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.
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
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