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my Captain! our fearful trip is done.
Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain! rise up and hear the bells! Rise up!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still: My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I, with silent trade, Walk the spot my Captain lies, In this and in "President Lincoln's Funeral
O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN! O Captain, my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain, my Captain, rise up and hear the bells.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
Exult O shores, and ring O bells, But I with mournful tread Walk the deck my Captain lies, To analyze
Here it is copied from [the] volume before us:— O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! my Captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread Walk the spot my Captain lies, Compare with this, for poetic or pathetic feeling
my captain! our fearful trip is done!
Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my captain lies, Fallen Cold and Dead. O captain!
my captain! rise up and hear the bells! Rise up!
My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot; my captain lies Fallen cold and dead.
my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, The most prejudiced will not deny that that
captain!
Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O captain, my captain, rise up and hear the bells; Rise up, for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm—he has no pulse
But I, with silent tread Walk the spot my captain lies We have quoted enough, we think, even in these
Bless the Lord,O my soul!
lengthening shadows, prepare my starry nights.
poems which have rhyme and the stanza, the rhymes are of the crudest and the stanzas are fetters: O Captain
my Captain! our fearful trip is done.
O,the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.