 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 Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your...  American Poetry - Página 535editado por - 1918 - 721 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Frank Weitenkampf, John Porter Lamberton - 1900 - 424 páginas
...are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen, cold, and dead. — WALT WHITMAN. OLN WH SEWARD. *^ RESIDENT LINCOLN in the selection of his associates and... | |
 | Charles Rufus Skinner - 1900 - 508 páginas
...are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies Fallen, cold, and dead. — Walt Whitman. This man whose homely face you look upon, Was one of Nature's masterful,... | |
 | Goodloe Harper Bell - 1900 - 620 páginas
...are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done : From...bells ! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck where my Captain lies Fallen, cold and dead. JOAN OF ARC. . THOMAS DE QUINCEY. What is to be thought... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1901 - 1190 páginas
...wreaths — for you the shores crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turnicj ; Here, Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. JOHN RUSKIN 744. Trust Thou Thy Love 1819-1900 THRUST thou thy Love : if she be proud, is... | |
 | Wilmot Brookings Mitchell - 1901 - 476 páginas
...eager faces turning ; Hear captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head ! It is some dream there on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My captain...tread, Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. THE RIDER OF THE BLACK HORSE By GEORGE LlPPARD, Author. Born near Yellow Springs, Penn.,... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1901 - 1080 páginas
...swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head I v v v v v v conies in Exult, O shores, and ring. O bells ! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain... | |
 | Frederic Lawrence Knowles - 1901 - 494 páginas
...are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Walt Whitman A WEARY LOT IS THINE A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine !... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1901 - 964 páginas
...are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchored tinct with its duplicate horn. And I said — " She...an ether of sighs, She revels in a region of sighs: and dead. AFTER AN INTERVAL (NOVEMBER 22, 1875, MIDNIGHT — SATURN AND MARS IN CONJUNCTION) AFTER... | |
 | Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin, Nora Archibald Smith - 1902 - 782 páginas
...they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; [323] New Here, Captain ! dear father ! world This arm beneath your head ! It is some dream that...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. WALT WHITMAN. The Flag Goes By Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles,... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1902 - 940 páginas
...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,...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Dusb'fc be tbe Camps (May 4, 1865.) HUSH'D be the camps to-day, And soldiers let us drape... | |
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