Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
Life was a storm to wander through.
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.
His name bestrode the seas like Death.
Dreaming men are haunted men.
When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.
And then there came long agony.
Love is not delicate toying,
A slim and shimmering mesh;
It is two souls wrenched into one,
Two bodies made one flesh.
Sherman's buzzin' along to de sea, Like Moses ridin' on a bumblebee.
There is no more pain.
The wisdom, the incense, the brightness!
She was a woman, and
Tender at times!
And take a weak man's blessing!
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.
I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me.
At last there is peace upon your face.
Of all my heroes, you endure.
I am drowned in her as in sleep.
The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.
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.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Helpless I stood, befooled, betrayed, accursed,
Fettered to Life forever, horribly;
Caught in the meshes of Eternity,
No further doors to break or bars to burst!
But what a sense of humor God must have!
Poisonous opals, good to madden men?
I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp names that never get fat.
Others with subtle hands may pluck the strings,
Making even Love in music audible,
And earth one glory.
They were half of the first families in Virginia. Well, where do you start, when you start counting F. F. V.s.
And sank to death and cowardice?
A cicada's cry deepens the hot silence.
Broad-streeted Richmond ... The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.
Even the damned may salute the eloquence of Mr. Webster.
If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.
Kiss your poor old father, little rose!
We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.
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.
There, eat it all or I'll
Be angry!
Stonewall Jackson, wrapped in his beard and his silence.
I had lost something in my youth and made money instead.
Our fathers and ourselves sowed dragon's teeth. Our children know and suffer the armed men.
Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.
Here, in this light, there is no end.
And still the light was far away.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories