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.
Or from that Sea of Time
from that Sea of Time,
Spray, blown by the winda double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;
(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voiceless!
Yet will you not, to the tympans of temples held,
Murmurs and echoes still bring upEternitys music, faint and far,
Wafted inland, sent from Atlanticas rimstrains for the Soul of the Prairies,
Whisperd reverberationschords for the ear of the West, joyously sounding
Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable;)
Infinitessimals out of my life, and many a life,
(For not my life and years alone I giveall, all I give;)
These thoughts and Songswaifs from the deephere, cast high and dry,
Washd on Americas shores.
Currents of starting a Continent new,
Overtures sent to the solid out of the liquid,
Fusion of ocean and landtender and pensive waves,
(Not safe and peaceful onlywaves rousd and ominous too.
Out of the depths, the storms abysmsWho knows whence? Deaths waves,
Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and tatterd sail.)