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O Captain! My Captain! 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!
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, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! 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!
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, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 1 O CAPTAIN! my captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead. 2 O captain! my captain!
This arm I push beneath you; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 3 My captain
But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain, My Captain
or "To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod," Or "Captain! My Captain!"
thy Equal Brood," and many, many more unspecified, From fibre heart of mine—from throat and tongue—(My
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!
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, Fallen cold and dead.
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!
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, Fallen cold and dead.
Of sea-captains young or old, and the mates, and of all intrepid sailors, Of the few, very choice, taciturn
rest, A spiritual woven signal for all nations, emblem of man elate above death, Token of all brave captains
and mates, And all that went down doing their duty, Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains
Of sea-captains young or old, and the mates, and of all intrepid sailors, Of the few, very choice, taciturn
rest, A spiritual woven signal for all nations, emblem of man elate above death, Token of all brave captains
and mates, And all that went down doing their duty, Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains
Sea Captains, Young or Old
the midday sun, the impalpable air—for life, mere life, For precious ever-lingering memories, (of you my
mother dear —you, father—you, brothers, sisters, friends,) For all my days—not those of peace alone—the
war's chosen ones, The cannoneers of song and thought—the great artillerists—the foremost leaders, captains
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!
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, O how shall I warble myself for the dead one
Whitman, Captain George Washington Whitman, Walt Whitman's younger brother by ten years, served in the
December, 1862, was commissioned as Captain; all these steps for conduct in the field.
.; Captain George Washington Whitman, Walt Whitman's younger brother by ten years, served in the New
PASSAGE TO INDIA. 1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong
Struggles of many a captain, tales of many a sailor dead, Over my mood stealing and spreading they come
of you strong mountains of my land! Of you O prairies! of you gray rocks! O morning red! O clouds!
the blood burns in my veins! Away O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
O my brave soul! O farther farther sail! O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
PASSAGE TO INDIA. 1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong
Struggles of many a captain, tales of many a sailor dead, Over my mood stealing and spreading they come
of you strong mountains of my land! Of you O prairies! of you gray rocks! O morning red! O clouds!
the blood burns in my veins! Away O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
O my brave soul! O farther farther sail! O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
India or South American port—as far as possible with foreign hands and only American officers—the captain
One of the principals goes as supercargo, unless the captain be a principal.
of this account of the illegal slave trade is strengthened by first-hand accounts such as that of Captain
Captain Delano stated in the "Maryland Colonization Journal" that he "was to take these things to Gardiner's
successful, having landed her cargo somewhere on the coast of Cuba, she is usually burned or sunk, and captain
of this account of the illegal slave trade is strengthened by first-hand accounts such as that of Captain
Captain Delano stated in the "Maryland Colonization Journal" that he "was to take these things to Gardiner's
Captain George W.
Captain Whitman, leaving the Rappahannock with his regiment in February, 1863, now went round with them
many, that a shell, whose explosion had killed two of his company and seriously hurt a third, struck Captain
Petersburg (Virginia, June 9 and June 15–18, 1864) were Confederate victories. and down the Weldon road, Captain
.; Captain George W.
Last fall, our readers may remember, Major Whitman (then Captain) was spoken of by us as at that time
Promoted to Captain. February, 1863.—Left Falmouth with regiment. April, May, etc.
We allude to Captain Daniel E.
District of our city, a brave officer, who fell mortally wounded in May, 1864, in the Wilderness; Captain
And I stood before the young man face to face, and took his right hand in my left hand, and his left
hand in my right hand, And I answered for his brother, and for men, and I answered for THE POET, and
to the President at his levee, And he says, Good-day, my brother!
Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic, And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain, and the sailors
And I stood before the young man face to face, and took his right hand in my left hand, and his left
hand in my right hand, And I answered for his brother, and for men, and I answered for the poet, and
to the President at his levee, And he says, Good-day, my brother!
Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic, And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain, and the sailors
And I stood before the young man face to face, and took his right hand in my left hand and his left hand
in my right hand, And I answered for his brother and for men . . . . and I answered for the poet, and
to the President at his levee, And he says Good day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugarfield;
Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic, And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain . . . . and
give even a mere resume of the movements, service, fights, marches, sufferings of the 51st since, as my
He likes his position of Captain of Company G, in which rank he started from Palace Garden; and the men
Captain George Washington Whitman was Walt Whitman's younger brother by ten years and was wounded in
A letter from his Captain says: Five of our color guard had either been killed or disabled, when Byram
.; Captain George Washington Whitman was Walt Whitman's younger brother by ten years and was wounded
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither my love! Here I am! here!
But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither my love! Here I am! here!
But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
Many old sportsmen, who used to put up at Captain Dodd's, there, will feel surprised to see the familiar
In my former notes on the grave yards of east Long Island, I find it omitted the following inscription
aged 80 years Here sleeps te Body tombed in its Dust Till Christ shall Come & raise it with the Just My
Soul ascended to te Trone of God Where with sweet Jesus now I make Aboad Then hasten after Me my dearest
Also, at his feet Lie the remains of his youngest son JONATHAN HORTON The first captain of Cavalry in
journal of James Brooke, Esq., of Sarawack, (now agent for the British government in Borneo.) by Captain
O Captain! my Captain!............................
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
[Oh captain! My captain!] O Captain! My Captain! Allá á lo lejos... [Far off...]
, turning sweetly towards me, You half-opened my shirt, plunging your tongue inside my chest unto my
dog and my gun by my side.
We came alongside at once, the ships' yards entangled, the cannons touched, My captain took part in the
I let forth a laugh as I hear the voice of my captain answer loudly: No! We do not lower it!
This naval Captain has not been identified.
.; This naval Captain has not been identified.; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
The following officers were then unanimously elected for the ensuing year: Captain —WILLIAM H.
A Fire Company was formed, consisting of seven members, for one year; namely, Henry Stanton, captain;
number of firemen was increased to eleven, and the following were elected members: Stephen Baldwin, Captain
an enormous basket, containing a towel, fishing tackle, and incalculable quantities of provisions; Captain
But my limits will not allow me to expatiate upon the events of this interesting voyage.
The Captain's Daughter.
We are soon to see a thing accomplished here which I have often exercised my mind about, namely, the
Not at all, to my eye.
many respects of our constructive nation and age, and even so poetical, that I have even balanced in my
When a train comes to a bad spot in the road this Captain reins in his horse and stands there till they
I find this everywhere, and very pleasing to my sight.
Wisdom mentioned by Whitman is Captain William A.
Wisdom mentioned by Whitman is Captain William A.
"My soul ascends Above the Stars."
My poor handkerchief, when I pulled it from my pocket the next morning, was what the wolverines might
I had done it in the agonies between my laughter and attempted decorum.
The captain gets his sixteenth or twentieth "lay," and one or two others share equally well; but the
to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach; With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds, and volumes
My ties and ballasts leave me—I travel—I sail—my elbows rest in the sea-gaps; I skirt the sierras—my
We closed with him—the yards entangled—the cannon touch'd; My captain lash'd fast with his own hands.
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,(says my grandmother's father;) We have
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes
My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes
My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets
and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted my shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my
My ties and ballasts leave me—I travel—I sail—my elbows rest in the sea-gaps; I skirt the sierras—my
We closed with him—the yards entangled—the can- non cannon touch'd; My captain lash'd fast with his own
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
Only three guns are in use; One is directed by the captain himself against the ene- my's enemy's main-mast
Poemet [That shadow, my likeness]," New-York Saturday Press 4 February 1860, 2.
"Calamus No. 40," Leaves of Grass (1860); "That Shadow My Likeness," Leaves of Grass (1867); slight changes
O Captain! My Captain!" New-York Saturday Press, 4 November 1865, 218.
of the stranger was not deficient in dignity, but it seemed far unlike the dignity of princes and captains
, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs
my bare-stript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
my Soul!
We closed with him—the yards entangled—the cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his own hands.
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried
my soul!
my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the can- non cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried
Come my children, Come my boys and girls, my women, household, intimates, Now the performer launches
my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes and holding me by the bare waist, Deluding my confusion
My Soul!
We closed with him . . . . the yards entangled . . . . the cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried
Come my children, Come my boys and girls, and my women and household and intimates, Now the performer
Burke, Chatham, Adam Clarke, Lord Clive, Captain Cook, Fox, Franklin, Warren Hastings, Bishop Heber,
I know from the frequent bent of my own feelings, that yearning for the freshness and quiet of the country—that
published as a two-volume book in the United States in 1848, entitled The History of Rinaldo Rinaldini, Captain
Yes, Messrs. of the city: I have found no precept more strongly taught, by my rambles among this often
An old woman, the mistress of the place, bustled about, and regaled my repast with many words: her husband
nine children lived home—they had no servants—that they were rich—and that they seized ravenously on my
published as a two-volume book in the United States in 1848, entitled The History of Rinaldo Rinaldini, Captain
Antonio Troiano, O capitano mio capitano (Crocetti 1990), betrays the influence had on this volume ("O Captain
My Captain!"
(I think I see my friends smiling at this confession, but I was never more in earnest in my life.)
The rebel Captain then shot him—but at the same instant he shot the Captain.
I can say that in my ministerings I comprehended all, whoever came in my way, Northern or Southern, and
Also, same Reg't., my brother, Geo. W.
Let me try to give my view.