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" 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! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. "
The Southern California Practitioner - Page 396
1901
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 32

Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - American literature - 1866 - 840 pages
...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 will; But the ship, the ship is anchorM safe, its voyage closed and done ; From fearful trip,...
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Poems

Walt Whitman - American poetry - 1868 - 464 pages
...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 no pulse nor will. But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done : From fearful trip the victor...
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Scribners Monthly, Volume 21

Literature - 1881 - 1008 pages
...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 not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will : The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship, comes in with...
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Once a Week

Eneas Sweetland Dallas - Art - 1872 - 608 pages
...dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and 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 anchored safe, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor...
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American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American ...

American poems - 1878 - 536 pages
...head ; 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 no pulse nor -^l1' The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From fearful trip, the victor...
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Poets' Homes: Pen and Pencil Sketches of American Poets and Their Homes

Arthur Gilman - Authors, American - 1879 - 340 pages
...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 not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with...
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Once a Week

Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - 610 pages
...beneath you. 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 not feel my arm — he has no pulse nor will ; But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor...
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Four Years in the Army of the Potomac: A Soldier's Recollections

Evan Rowland Jones - United States - 1881 - 272 pages
...you. 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 not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will. But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done : From fearful trip the victor...
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Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman - 1883 - 404 pages
...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 not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with...
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Bugle-echoes: A Collection of Poems of the Civil War, Northern and Southern

Francis Fisher Browne - Poetry - 1886 - 362 pages
...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 not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will : The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with...
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