 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;...  The History of North America - Página 482editado por - 1906Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Norman Hapgood - 1899 - 478 páginas
...shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ! It is some...the deck You've fallen cold and dead. " My Captain docs not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,... | |
 | Abraham Lincoln - 1899 - 110 páginas
...shores a-erowd" ing; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ; It is some dream that on the deck You ' vo fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father... | |
 | Carl Schurz - 1899 - 208 páginas
...shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ; It is some dream that on the deck You 've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does... | |
 | Frank Townsend Southwick - 1900 - 476 páginas
...wreaths — for you the For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here, Captain, dear father ! this arm beneath your head ! It is some...Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My Captain does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage... | |
 | Charles Frederick Johnson - 1900 - 564 páginas
...shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ! It is some...and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are cold and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has nor pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1900 - 540 páginas
...father ! This arm beneath your head ;* It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 3 My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and...feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchor' d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From fearful trip, the victor ship, conies in... | |
 | Charles Frederick Johnson - 1900 - 572 páginas
...a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Here Captain ! dear father I This arm beneath your head ! It is some dream that...and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are cold and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has nor pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe... | |
 | Charles Frederick Johnson - 1900 - 566 páginas
...swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Here Captain ! dear father I This arm beneath your head I It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold...and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are cold and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has nor pulse nor will; The ship is anchored safe... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1900 - 594 páginas
...shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ;' It is...dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 3 My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1900 - 554 páginas
...shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ;' It is...dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 3 My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has... | |
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