Memphian

Memphian darkness

Now may we ſee Damaſcus lofty towers, Like to the ſhadowes of Pyramides, That with their beauties grac’d the Memphion fields: […]

Nor is Oſiris ſeen In Memphian Grove, or Green, Trampling the unſhowr’d Graſſe with lowings loud: […]

One, in few howers, a fearfull ſlaughter made / Of all the Firſt-born that the Memphians had; […]

Tranced in her Lord’s Olympian smile / His lotus-loving Memphian lies,— / The musky daughter of the Nile / With plaited hair and almond eyes.

A few moments later we were standing before the Sphinx. In front of this gigantic statue the sand has been excavated, and the paws, brick-built, have been laid bare. Here an altar once stood, and hither we clambered down, and looked up sixty feet at the gigantic scarred face. What name had they of yore for this divinity, those ancient Memphians?

A soft summer downpour greeted the crowd arriving for Memphis Night, with 100 Memphians on hand to holler for their girls, the first of whom was Ruth Welting in the same kind of innocent cotton dress a girl might wear to a dancer at home.

As Memphians' hearts broke, millions of Americans watched on television when Bill Walton sprained his ankle […] Larry Finch thanked his fellow Memphians “for making us proud to know that we had more people pulling for us[…]"

Further, this socialization implores black Memphians to strive to challenge the increasingly complex structural inequalities of race and class in the post–civil rights era.