 | Fred Lewis Pattee - 1896 - 496 páginas
...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. 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 anchored safe... | |
 | Fred Lewis Pattee - 1896 - 508 páginas
...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. 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 anchored safe... | |
 | Walter Learned - 1897 - 338 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. 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 anchored safe... | |
 | Harry Cassell Davis - 1897 - 540 páginas
...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. 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 anchor'd safe... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1897 - 474 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. 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 anchor'd safe... | |
 | Sons of the Revolution. Pennsylvania Society - 1897 - 358 páginas
...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." But may not these words be spoken with equal truth of every soldier, however humble, who fell either... | |
 | Abraham Lincoln - 1898 - 300 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. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; But the ship, the ship, is... | |
 | R. L. Paget - 1898 - 474 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. 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 anchor'd safe... | |
 | Andrew Lang, Donald Grant Mitchell - 1898 - 578 páginas
...swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father 1 This arm 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 not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, 1 By permission of Horace... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1898 - 320 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. 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 anchor'd safe... | |
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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, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will... 
