O CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN PDF
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;. The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all . O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;. The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all . Oh Captain! My Captain! Walt Whitman was a 19th century journalist and poet, most famous for his lyrical poems and verses describing nature. He was also a.
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My Captain! By Walt Whitman. O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,. The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,. The port is near, . O CAPTAIN! my captain! our fearful trip is done;. The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all . O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman. Below is a copy of Whitman's iconic poem. Line numbers are added for reference: Stanza.
My Captain! It was included in Whitman's comprehensive collection Leaves of Grass beginning with its fourth edition published in The poem emphasizes grief and sorrow. O Captain! But O heart!
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O Captain! My Captain!
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By Walt Whitman. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,. While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;. But O heart! O the bleeding drops of red,.
Where on the deck my Captain lies,. Fallen cold and dead.
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,. For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;.
Here Captain! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck,.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,. My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,. From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;.
Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread,. Walk the deck my Captain lies,. Leaves of Grass David McKay,
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