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favourite standard of the eminent writer (Carlyle), the rule of the best men, the born heroes and captains
"O my brave soul! O farther, farther sail! O daring joy, but safe!
) For that, O God—be it my latest word — here on my knees, Old, poor, and paralysed—I thank thee.
, I yield my ships to .
"My hands, my limbs, grow nerveless; My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd; Let the old timbers part I will
WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D . . . 255 O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN . . . . . . . . 262 HUSH'D BE
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
WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D . . . 255 O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN . . . . . . . . 262 HUSH'D BE
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!
or "To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod," Or "Captain! My Captain!"
Thou knowest my years entire, my life, My long and crowded life of active work, not adoration merely;
Thou knowest the prayers and vigils of my youth, Thou knowest my manhood's solemn and visionary meditations
All my emprises have been fill'd with Thee, My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts
, I yield my ships to Thee.
My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd, Let the old timbers part, I will
Thou knowest my years entire, my life, My long and crowded life of active work, not adoration merely;
Thou knowest the prayers and vigils of my youth, Thou knowest my manhood's solemn and visionary meditations
All my emprises have been fill'd with Thee, My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts
, I yield my ships to Thee.
My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd, Let the old timbers part, I will
A.MS. draft and notes.loc.00273xxx.00263[My hand, my limbs grow nerveless]about 1874poetrypoetryhandwritten1
[My hand, my limbs grow nerveless]
A.MS. draft and notes.loc.00287xxx.00263[All my emprises]about 1874poetryhandwritten1 leaf; A draft of
[All my emprises]
A.MS. draft and notes.loc.00268xxx.00263[Thou knowest my]about 1874poetryhandwritten1 leaf; A draft of
[Thou knowest my]
A.MS. draft and notes.loc.00277xxx.00263[my end draws]about 1874poetryhandwritten1 leaf; A draft of lines
[my end draws]
A.MS. draft and notes.loc.00278xxx.00263[my brain grows rack'd]about 1874poetryhandwritten1 leaf; A draft
[my brain grows rack'd]
A.MS. draft and notes.loc.00281xxx.00263[my altar here the bleak sea-sand]about 1874poetryhandwritten1
[my altar here the bleak sea-sand]
not live another day; I cannot can not rest, O God — eat Or drink or sleep, till I put forth myself, My
West, where "In a far-away faraway northern county, in the placid, pas- toral pastoral region, Lives my
farmer-friend farmer friend , the theme of my recitative, a famous Tamer of Oxen ." : This is a worthy