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...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; O cuptain ! dear father ! This arm I push beneath you; It is some dream that on the. deck You've fallen cold and dead." " My captain docs not answer, his lips are palo and still; My fath«r does not feel my arm, ho has no pulse nor...

...swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; O Captain 1 dear father! This arm I push 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...

...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. O Captain ! dear father ! This arm I push beneath you. It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. Exult, O shores ! and ring, O bells ! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen...

...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. O Captain ! dear father ! This arm I push 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...

...indeed, he is true-born, — no bastard child nor impostor. He is at home with certain classes of men ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...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...

...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. О captain, dear 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 ami still, My father does not feel my arm — he has no pulse nor will ; But the ship, the...

...for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...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...

...for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...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...

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