<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O Captain! My Captain!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, <br>The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, <br>The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, <br>While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; <br> But O heart! heart! heart! <br> O the bleeding drops of red, <br> Where on the deck my Captain lies, <br> Fallen cold and dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; <br>Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, <br>For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, <br>For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; <br> Here Captain! dear father! <br> This arm beneath your head! <br> It is some dream that on the deck, <br> You’ve fallen cold and dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, <br>My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, <br>The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, <br>From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; <br> Exult O shores, and ring O bells! <br> But I with mournful tread, <br> Walk the deck my Captain lies, <br> Fallen cold and dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336481" data-title="O Captain! My Captain! de Walt Whitman" data-description="O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, /The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, /The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, /While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; / Bu..."></div> </div> </div>

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