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;... Hero Tales from American History - Página 314por Henry Cabot Lodge, Theodore Roosevelt - 1895 - 335 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
| 1897 - 404 páginas
...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...call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Hear captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen... | |
| Cheltenham College - 1868 - 412 páginas
...bells ! Rise up ! for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding: For you they...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... | |
| Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1866 - 840 páginas
...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 ; O Captain 1 dear father! This arm I push beneath yon: It It some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and... | |
| 1866 - 908 páginas
...flung-—for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-croTrJiui; For you they call, 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... | |
| Walt Whitman - 1868 - 464 páginas
...bells ! Kise up! for you the flag is flung, for you the 'bugle trills: For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding : For you they...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... | |
| Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - 608 páginas
...bells; Rise up, for you the flag is flung, 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 turning. О captain, dear father! This arm I push beneath you. It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen... | |
| American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - 556 páginas
...; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding ; For you...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... | |
| American poems - 1878 - 536 páginas
...; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding ; For you...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... | |
| Arthur Gilman - 1879 - 340 páginas
...bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain ! my Captain I rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the...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... | |
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