I've been reading a lot lately about Indian captives. One woman who had been captured by the Indians and made a squaw was resentful when she was rescued because she'd found that there was a lot more work to do… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
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 Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
Sometimes a sign or a quote is simply interesting by itself and does not require anything beyond being framed on a page. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp names that never get fat. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
It's to a younger people's advantage to work with evolving computer technologies that provide so many ways to explore the use and distribution of… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
“It's time to walk to the cider mill Through air like apple wine, And watch the moon rise over the hill, stinging and hard… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
“There is a wilderness we walk alone However well-companioned” — Stephen Vincent Benét Copy Share Image
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
I don't think I have ever really gotten Leopold Bloom's interior ramblings out of my head! I am sure that voice continues to inspire… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
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… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
