• O Captain! my Captain!

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    O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

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  • 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;

  • But O heart! heart! heart!

  • O the bleeding drops of red,

  • Where on the deck my Captain lies,

  • Fallen cold and dead.

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    O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

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  • 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 Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head!

  • It is some dream that on the deck,

  • You’ve fallen cold and dead.

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    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

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  • 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;