Dorsey Hall in Dorsey Search:

1. Explanation:
Dorsey Hall, in Dorsey Search, was named after the Dorsey family a popular slave owning family. The Dorsey family lived in a manor house built in the 18th century.
2. General History:
People first started living in Dorsey Hall in 1980, and since then the Dorsey's Search population has grown to approximately 7,500 people.
3.Geographic sizes and borders:
The original Dorsey Hall still stands close to Route 29 at the intersection of Route 108.
4. What literary figure were the streets named after? Include brief biographical information.
" The Village's street names were selected from the works of Oliver Wendell Holmes and Ogden Nash."

Oliver Wendell Holmes was born in Massachusetts, on August 29, 1809, to a New England family. He was a fair-minded man and a well-educated father, having a library of two-thousand books.
Holmes continued his studies at Harvard University in 1825, graduating in 1829
5. Five explanations of specific street names in the neighborhood including the actual quotes from the literature.

her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon's roar;--
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more.
deck, once red with heroes' blood,
knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the conquered knee;--
harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!
better that her shattered bulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
Eagle Wing ct. comes from the line "The eagle of the sea"
The Broken Circle:
by: Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)
external image i_pic.gif STOOD on Sarum's treeless plain, The waste that careless Nature owns; Lone tenants of her bleak domain, Loomed huge and gray the Druid stones. Upheaved in many a billowy mound The sea-like, naked turf arose, Where wandering flocks went nibbling round The mingled graves of friends and foes. The Briton, Roman, Saxon, Dane, This windy desert roamed in turn; Unmoved these mighty blocks remain Whose story none that lives may learn. Erect, half buried, slant or prone, These awful listeners, blind and dumb, Hear the strange tongues of tribes unknown, As wave on wave they go and come. "Who are you, giants, whence and why?" I stand and ask in blank amaze; My soul accepts their mute reply: "A mystery, as are you that gaze. "A silent Orpheus wrought the charmFrom riven rocks their spoils to bring; A nameless Titan lent his arm To range us in our magic ring. "But Time with still and stealthy stride, That climbs and treads and levels all, That bids the loosening keystone slide, And topples down the crumbling wall,-- "Time, that unbuilds the quarried past, Leans on these wrecks that press the sod; They slant, they stoop, they fall at last, And strew the turf their priests have trod. "No more our altar's wreath of smoke Floats up with morning's fragrant dew; The fires are dead, the ring is broke, Where stood the many stand the few." My thoughts had wandered far away, Borne off on Memory's outspread wing, To where in deepening twilight lay The wrecks of friendship's broken ring. Ah me! of all our goodly train How few will find our banquet hall! Yet why with coward lips complain That this must lean, and that must fall? Cold is the Druid's altar-stone, Its vanished flame no more returns; But ours no chilling damp has known,-- Unchanged, unchanging, still it burns. So let our broken circle stand A wreck, a remnant, yet the same, While one last, loving, faithful hand Still lives to feed its altar-flame!
Purple Twilight way, Starwreath, Sunlight passage, and Scarlet Sage Ct, come from this poem.
6. Special features of the neighborhood.
Dorsey hall has a pool and the neighborhood next to it has a golf course.