 | 1897 - 404 psl.
...for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Hear captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head!...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 anchored safe and sound, its voyage... | |
 | 1881 - 1008 psl.
...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...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... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - 608 psl.
...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...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... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - 556 psl.
...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... | |
 | American poems - 1878 - 536 psl.
...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... | |
 | Arthur Gilman - 1879 - 340 psl.
...the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father I This arm 'beneath'lyour head ; It is some dream" that on the deck You've fallen...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... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - 610 psl.
...— 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...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,... | |
 | Evan Rowland Jones - 1881 - 272 psl.
...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...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... | |
 | John Nichol - 1882 - 492 psl.
...for you the bugle trills ; For yon bouquets and ribbon wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...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 anchored safe and sound, its voyage... | |
 | John Nichol - 1882 - 496 psl.
...for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribbon wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...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 anchored safe and sound, its voyage... | |
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O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, 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... 
