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 head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. Abraham Lincoln, the Man of the People - Página 410por Norman Hapgood - 1899 - 433 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
| Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1866 - 830 páginas
...does not feei my arm, ho hoa no pulac oor will ; But the ship, the ship is nnchor'd safe, its voyago closed and done ; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, О shores 1 and ring, O bella ! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my Captaiu lies Fallen cold... | |
| 1866 - 908 páginas
...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 - 412 páginas
...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... | |
| Walt Whitman - 1868 - 464 páginas
...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... | |
| 1881 - 1008 páginas
...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...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, comes in with... | |
| Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - 608 páginas
...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 - 556 páginas
...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 - 536 páginas
...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... | |
| Arthur Gilman - 1879 - 340 páginas
...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...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, comes in with... | |
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