 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 ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning....  Abraham Lincoln, the Boy and the Man - Стр. 392авторы: James Morgan - 1908 - Страниц: 435Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1897 - Страниц: 404
...a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Hear captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that...feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will. The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with... | |
 | 1866 - Страниц: 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 - Страниц: 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 - Страниц: 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 - Страниц: 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 - Страниц: 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 - Страниц: 556
...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. 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no... | |
 | American poems - 1878 - Страниц: 536
...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. 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - Страниц: 610
...— 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...does not feel my arm — he has no pulse nor will ; But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor... | |
 | Evan Rowland Jones - 1881 - Страниц: 272
...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...father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will. But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done : From fearful trip the victor... | |
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