Harmony School, 2000, Page 172
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;The Ship has weatherd euery rack, the prizewe souyht is won. The port is near, the bellsI hear, the people all exulting,LUhile follow eyes the steady kneel,the uessel grim and daring:But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies;Fallen, cold and dead.O Captain! my Captainlrise up and hear the bells;Rise up-for you the flag is flung- for youthe bugle thrills;For you bouquets and ribbbond wreaths-for youthe shores a-crowding.Here Captain! dear Father!This arm beneath your head; •It is some dream that on the deck,Vouue fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer, his lips are paleand still; My Father does not feel my arm, hehas no pulse or will;The ship is anchord safe and sound, itsuoyage closed and done;From fearful trip the uictor ship comein<with object won:■ ■ • - Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!But i, with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captian lies.Fallen cola and dead.-Walt Whitmanarj’ ... .. |
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http://cdm17129.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/hs-harmony/id/2450 |
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Harmony School |
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