 | 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 908
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 412
...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... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 840
...swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; O Captain 1 dear father! This arm I push beneath yon: It It some dream that on 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 pulae nor... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1868 - عدد الصفحات: 464
...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... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 608
...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...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 ship is... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - عدد الصفحات: 556
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 536
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 340
...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. •... | |
 | Brander Matthews - 1882 - عدد الصفحات: 318
...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...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... | |
 | 1886 - عدد الصفحات: 224
...for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths — for you the shores a-crovvding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips arc pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored... | |
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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... 
