 ... 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. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse...  The Fortnightly Review - Page 5481866 - 28 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - American literature - 1866 - 840 pages
...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,...the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores! and ring, O bells! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my Captain lies Fallen cold and... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - American literature - 1866 - 830 pages
...does not feei my arm, ho hoa no pulac oor will ; But the ship, the ship is nnchor'd safe, its voyago closed and done ; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, О shores 1 and ring, O bella ! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my Captaiu lies Fallen cold... | |
 | Walt Whitman - American poetry - 1868 - 464 pages
...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...the victor ship comes in with object won ! Exult, O shores ! and ring, O bells ! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen cold and... | |
 | Literature - 1881 - 1008 pages
...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 object won : Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells ! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - Art - 1872 - 608 pages
...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...trip the victor ship comes in with object won. Exult, О shore, and ring, О bells! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies Fallen cold and... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - American poetry - 1873 - 556 pages
...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 fearful trip, the victor ship comes in with object won. Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells ! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold... | |
 | American poems - 1878 - 536 pages
...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 ship comes in with object won. Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells ! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold... | |
 | Arthur Gilman - Authors, American - 1879 - 340 pages
...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 object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells I But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1872 - 610 pages
...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...comes in with object won. Exult, O shore, and ring, O bells! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies Fallen cold and dead." We have quoted... | |
 | Evan Rowland Jones - United States - 1881 - 272 pages
...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...the victor ship comes in with object won ! Exult, O shores ! and ring, O bells ! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen cold and... | |
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