 O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells: Rise up! for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning....  Abraham Lincoln, the First American - Page 215by David Decamp Thompson - 1894 - 236 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1897 - 404 pages
...О the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. О Captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells, Rise up —...— for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon' d wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager... | |
 | Cheltenham College - 1868 - 412 pages
...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 !...push beneath you. It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. Exult, O shores ! and ring, O bells ! But I, with silent tread, Walk the... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1866 - 840 pages
...deck ray Captain lie?, Fallen cold and dead. "O Captain! my Captain 1 rise up and hear th9 hll-; Else up, for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribbon*d wreaths — for you the shores a- crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager... | |
 | 1866 - 908 pages
...flung-—for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-croTrJiui; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; O cuptain ! dear father ! This arm I push beneath you; It is some dream that on the. deck You've fallen... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1868 - 464 pages
...my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. i. O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ! Kise up! for you the flag is flung, for you the 'bugle...push beneath you. It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead ! 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still : My father... | |
 | 1881 - 1008 pages
...heart! 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 ; Rise up...— for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding; whose creations are so expressive, and others so... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - 608 pages
...Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. О captain, my captain, rise up and hear the bells; Rise up, for...call — the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. О captain, dear father! This arm I push beneath you. It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - 556 pages
...the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead ! a. O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up...call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ; It is some dream that on the deck You've... | |
 | American poems - 1878 - 536 pages
...the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead ! 2. O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up...call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ; It is some dream that on the deck You've... | |
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