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
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.
Source: Litany for Dictatorships, 1936
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
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