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" My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is... "
Suggested Exercises for Michigan Special Days - Page 64
by Michigan. Dept. of Public Instruction - 1911 - 194 pages
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The Fortnightly Review, Volume 4; Volume 6

1866 - 908 pages
...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 cold and dead." " My captain docs not answer, his lips are palo and still; My fath«r does not feel my arm, ho has no pulse nor...
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 32

Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1866 - 840 pages
...swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; O Captain 1 dear father! This arm I push beneath yon: It It some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. " My Captain docs not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulae nor...
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The Cheltonian

Cheltenham College - 1868 - 412 pages
...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. O Captain ! dear father ! This arm I 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 spot my Captain lies, Fallen...
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Poems

Walt Whitman - 1868 - 464 pages
...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. O Captain ! dear father ! This arm I 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 does not feel my arm, he has...
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Once a Week

Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - 608 pages
...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 cold...dead. My captain does not answer, his lips are pale ami still, My father does not feel my arm — he has no pulse nor will ; But the ship, the ship is...
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American poems, selected and ed. by W.M. Rossetti

American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - 556 pages
...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...dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no...
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American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American ...

American poems - 1878 - 536 pages
...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...dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no...
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Poets' Homes: Pen and Pencil Sketches of American Poets and Their Homes

Arthur Gilman - 1879 - 340 pages
...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 faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father I This arm 'beneath'lyour head ; It is some dream" that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. •...
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Poems of American Patriotism

Brander Matthews - 1882 - 318 pages
...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 faces...beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck You 've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does...
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The Two Voices: Poems of the Mountains and the Sea

1886 - 224 pages
...for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths — for you the shores a-crovvding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips arc pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored...
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