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Search : of captain, my captain!
Year : 1881
Work title : O Captain My Captain

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O Captain! My Captain!

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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.

Cluster: Memories of President Lincoln. (1881)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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.

Walt Whitman and the Poetry of the Future

  • Date: 19 November 1881
  • Creator(s): Mitchell, Edward P.
Text:

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.

Leaves of Grass (1881–1882)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

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