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