"Captain" - for quiz
O Captain! My Captain!
Walt Whitman
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The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; |
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The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, |
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While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: |
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But O heart! heart! heart! |
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O the bleeding drops of red, |
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Where on the deck my Captain lies, |
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Fallen cold and dead. |
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Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; |
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For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; |
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For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; |
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Here Captain! dear father! |
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This arm beneath your head; |
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It is some dream that on the deck, |
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You’ve fallen cold and dead. |
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My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; |
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The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; |
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From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; |
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Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! |
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But I, with mournful tread, |
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Walk the deck my Captain lies, |
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Fallen cold and dead. |