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.
As I Ponderd in Silence
I ponderd in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful aspect,
Terrible in beauty, age, and power,
The genius of poets of old lands,
As to me directing like flame its eyes,
With finger pointing to many immortal songs,
And menacing voice,
What singest thou?
Knowst thou not, there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards?
And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles,
The making of perfect soldiers?
Be it so,
then I answerd,
I too, haughty Shade, also sing warand a longer and greater one than any,
Waged in my book with varying fortunewith flight, advance, and retreatVictory deferrd and wavering,
Yet, methinks, certain, or as good as certain, at the last,
The field the world;
For life and deathfor the Body, and for the eternal Soul,
Lo! too am come, chanting the chant of battles,
I, above all, promote brave soldiers.
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