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.
Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd
of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
I love you, before long I die,
I have traveld a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once lookd on you,
For I feard I might afterward lose you.
(Now we have met, we have lookd, we are safe;
Return in peace to the ocean, my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my lovewe are not so much separated;
Behold the great rondurethe cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour, carrying us diverseyet cannot carry us diverse for ever;
Be not impatienta little spaceKnow you, I salute the air, the ocean and the land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.)