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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 Book of Lincoln - Page 145
1919 - 383 pages
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Poets' Homes: Pen and Pencil Sketches of American Poets and Their Homes

Arthur Gilman - Authors, American - 1879 - 340 pages
...This arm 'beneath'lyour 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...with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells I But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. JOAQUIN MILLER....
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Once a Week

Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - 610 pages
...father! This arm I push 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...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
...father ! This arm I push 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...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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Poems of American Patriotism

Brander Matthews - Poetry - 1882 - 318 pages
...father ! This arm 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...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. ABRAHAM LINCOLN. April 1C, This is a fragment of the noble Commemoration Ode de186 £. livered...
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American Literature ; an Historical Sketch, 1620-1880

John Nichol - American literature - 1882 - 496 pages
...father ! This arm 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...feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with...
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American Literature ; an Historical Sketch, 1620-1880

John Nichol - American literature - 1882 - 492 pages
...father ! This arm 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...feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with...
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American Literature ; an Historical Sketch, 1620-1880

John Nichol - American literature - 1882 - 492 pages
...are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From...comes in with object won. Exult, O shores, and ring, 0 bells ! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead." Nor inferior...
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American Literature ; an Historical Sketch, 1620-1880

John Nichol - American literature - 1882 - 528 pages
...are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From...trip the victor ship comes in with object won. Exult, 0 shores, and ring, O bells ! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold...
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Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman - 1883 - 404 pages
...father ! This arm 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...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. HUSH'D BE THE CAMPS TO-DAY. (May 4, 1865.) HUSH'D be the camps to-day, And soldiers let us...
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Bugle-echoes: A Collection of Poems of the Civil War, Northern and Southern

Francis Fisher Browne - Poetry - 1886 - 352 pages
...father ! This arm 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...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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