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The deeplyfeltemotionwith which "My Captain" is readinvariablybringstears ttheeyes ofhearers.] 14 MEMORIES
, My Captain," a of "Bravo, " (encouraged by gentle-kindly ejaculation bravo !
he " I do then with friends as I do your says, my with my books.
My lifend my wealth,yea, allthatismine, be ransom againstTime's wrong forthose who showed true my forecast
Not that tinkling rhymes Captain my Captain this, too, isnot beautiful and pathetic ; but it jars slightly
Oh Captain, Weave in My Hardy Life and We Two Together have been set to music by Edgar Stillman Kelley
In stanza three the last three lines once read, "But I with silenttread Walk the spot my Captain lies
Must I pass from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee inthe west?" etc.
Answerer) 134 1856 Now Precedent Songs Farewell 403 1888 O Captain, My Captain 262 1865 Offerings 218
J., I give to my friend,Peter Doyle, my silverwatch. I give to H.
of power in my left."
Davis to my wife.
My friends do not realize my condition.
My supper is my main meal now.
He enquired what my programme was for the rest of my jaunt.
Was born May 31, 1819, in my father'sfarm-house, atWest Hills,L. I., sailor— on my New York State.
My parents' folks mostly farmers and father'sside, of English — on my mother's,.
hands,my limbsgrow nerveless, My brainfeelrack'd,bewilder'd.
It was for this and for no lesserreason that he was, able to hail Lincoln as "My Captain."
In the " presence of calamity he sobs, as a child, Oh my Captain my Father !"
He asked me somewhat about my life and doings at home.
My memories of Walt Whitman include many talks, in which I did my best to obtain light upon these and
I receive now again of my many translations,from my avataras ascending, while others doubtless await
(p.66.) " Camerado, I giveyou my hand, I give you my love more precious than money."
For my enemy is dead,a man divineas myself isdead.
Gilchrist,and the intimacy which my brother,my friend Mr.
"My great anxiety about my wife lastsstill.
"My Dear Mrs.
"My Dear Mrs.
My Dear Mrs.
During my em- MR.
My Captain.
MY DEAR MR.
So go in, my lad.
MY DEAR MR.
I spend my evenings altogether at the hospitals— my days often.
He is of my own party; and my politicshave been from my youth essentiallythe same ashis own.
Who 1,arns my Lesson complete.
My hands, my limbs grow nerveless.
The lecture closed with the recitation by the author of his grandly pathetic ' lament, O Captain, my
benefactor, and have felt much like and New striking my tasks, visiting York to pay you my respects.
charity has no death— my wisdom diesnot,neither earlynor late, And my sweet love bequeathed here and
For my own part, I may confess that itshone upon me when lifewas when I was my broken, weak, sickly,
should be of my body.
my poems.
" thatwould Who is he become my follower?
What I and be asregardless experi ence or shall go from my composition with portray out a shred of my
I heard low one my you,too, murmuring through ofthe wristsaround my head, Heard the pulseof you,when
"He you who spreads a wider breast than own the my proves width of my own.
"BefIrwas born out of my mother, generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid nothing