 O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here...  The Two Voices: Poems of the Mountains and the Sea - 94 ページ1886 - 209 ページ全文表示 - この書籍について
 | 1897 - 404 ページ
...for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Hear captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head!...cold and dead. My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still! My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will. The ship is anchored... | |
 | 1866 - 908 ページ
...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; O cuptain ! dear father ! This arm I push beneath you; It is some dream that on the. deck You've fallen cold and dead." " My captain docs not answer, his lips are palo and still; My fath«r does not feel my arm, ho has no pulse nor... | |
 | Cheltenham College - 1868 - 412 ページ
...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. O Captain ! dear father ! This arm I push beneath you. It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. Exult, O shores ! and ring, O bells ! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1868 - 464 ページ
...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. O Captain ! dear father ! This arm I push beneath you. It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead ! 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still : My father does not feel my arm, he has... | |
 | 1881 - 1008 ページ
...indeed, he is true-born, — no bastard child nor impostor. He is at home with certain classes of men ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will : The ship is anchor'd... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - 608 ページ
...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. О captain, dear father! This arm I push beneath you. It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My captain does not answer, his lips are pale ami still, My father does not feel my arm — he has no pulse nor will ; But the ship, the... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - 556 ページ
...for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no... | |
 | American poems - 1878 - 536 ページ
...for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no... | |
 | Arthur Gilman - 1879 - 340 ページ
...for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father I This arm 'beneath'lyour head ; It is some dream" that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. •... | |
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