The Indians have mostly gone
but not before they named the rivers
the rivers flow on
and the names of the rivers flow with them
Susquehanna Shenandoah
The rivers are now polluted plundered
but not the names of the rivers
cool and inviolate as ever
pure as on the morning of creation
Tennessee Tombigbee
If the rivers themselves should ever perish
I think the names will somehow somewhere hover
like ghosts of eagles
those mighty whisperers
Missouri Mississippi
Oral and written tradition has preserved something of Ambrosius. His name passed into Welsh legend as Emrys, and spread thence into modern usage. One or two sites in Wales, and perhaps in Cornwall, bear his name. Features of the landscape named after heroes, like Dinas Emrys or “Arthur’s seat,” are never by themselves evidence that the hero had anything to do with the place. What they show is that when they were so named the local population knew and loved stories told about those heroes, and liked to imagine that their exploits were performed in their own familiar countryside….
Places named after stories of Ambrosius are fewer than those inspired by the Arthur legend, and are evidence of when and where the stories were told. The Arthur names derive almost entirely from the Norman romances of the 12th and later centuries; but they are fewer in Wales than in England, and in Wales the legend of Ambrosius was well established by the eighth century, though it was not long-lived. It may be that during the sixth and seventh centuries the name of Ambrosius was as well loved as that of Arthur.
It is also possible that Ambrosius’ name survives in England for reasons that owe nothing to legend. “Ambros” or “Ambres” is considerably commoner in English place names than is Emrys in Welsh. Strenuous efforts to find an English origin for these names have failed; since they are not English, they are names that were used before the English came. The syllables have no meaning in any relevant language; the early spellings suggest that they usually represent the name of a person, and probably always do so.
In late Roman usage, cities often bore the names of emperors, but lesser places were rarely so distinguished, save in one particular context. Army units often named the places that they garrisoned, and in the late empire army units commonly bore the names of the emperors who raised them; the “Theodosiani” and the “Honoriaci” were regiments raised by the emperors Theodosius and Honorius. It is likely that any units raised by Ambrosius were known as “Ambrosiaci,” and possible that they named the places where they were garrisoned, in lands they had recovered and pacified. The English towns and villages called Ambrosden, Amberley, Amesbury and the like are found only in one part of the country, in the south and south midlands, between the Severn and East Anglia, on the edges of the war zone between the Cotswold heartlands of the Combrogi and the powerful English kingdoms of the east. Half of these places are suitably sited to defend Colchester and London against Kent and the East Angles, and three more border on South Saxon territory. Several of them are the names of earthworks. If garrisons were there stationed, they were established when the Thames basin was securely held, and they stayed long enough to leave their names behind, into and beyond the time of Arthur.
I was always embarrassed by the words sacred, glorious, and sacrifice and the expression in vain. We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them, on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it. There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Certain numbers were the same way and certain dates and these with the names of the places were all you could say and have them mean anything. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates.
—Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), A Farewell to Arms (Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1929), p. 191. The speaker is the narrator, Frederick Henry.