Roget's Int'l Thesaurus
Fowler's King's English
The King James Bible
Brewer's Phrase & Fable
Frazer's Golden Bough
Shelf of Fiction
Leaves of Grass
Leaves of Grass.
I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing,
To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral, in mist, of a wreck at sea;
Of certain shipshow they sail from port with flying streamers, and wafted kissesand that is the last of them!
Of the solemn and murky mystery about the fate of the
Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations, founderd off the Northeast coast, and going downOf the steamship Arctic going down,
Of the veild tableauWomen gatherd together on deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that draws so closeO the moment!
A huge sobA few bubblesthe white foam spirting upAnd then the women gone,
Sinking there, while the passionless wet flows onAnd I now pondering, Are those women indeed gone?
Are Souls drownd and destroyd so?
Is only matter triumphant?