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.
Stephen Benet (1898 - 1943)
Source: The Mountain Whippoorwill, 1923
Contributed by: Zaady
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
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.
Source: A Ballad of William Sycamore, (1790–1880), 1923
American Muse, whose strong and diverse heart So many men have tried to understand But only made it smaller with their art, Because you are as various as your land.
Source: John Brown's Body, 1928, Invocation
I have fallen in love with American names The sharp names that never get fat, The snakeskin titles of mining claims, The plumed war bonnet of Medicine Hat, Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.
Source: American Names, 1927
Stonewall Jackson, wrapped in his beard and his silence.
Source: John Brown's Body, 1928
Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.
Source: Daniel Boone, 1942
I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me.
Our fathers and ourselves sowed dragon's teeth. Our children know and suffer the armed men.
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