 | Samuel Silas Curry - 1896 - 388 стор.
...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,...beneath your head ! It is some dream that on the deck, you 've fallen cold and dead. UNITY. The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage is closed and... | |
 | Sons of the Revolution. Pennsylvania Society - 1897 - 358 стор.
...flag is flung, 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...dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead." But may not these words be spoken with equal truth of every soldier, however humble, who fell either... | |
 | 1901 - 582 стор.
...for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager facos turning; Hear captain; dear father! This arm beneath your head!...You've fallen cold and dead. My captain does not answer me, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship... | |
 | Andrew Lang, Donald Grant Mitchell - 1898 - 578 стор.
...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 turning ; Here Captain ! dear father 1 This arm beneath your head ! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain... | |
 | 1919 - 1126 стор.
...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 Captain! This arm beneath your head; 1 1 is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.... | |
 | Charles William Bardeen - 1898 - 406 стор.
...the shores a.crowding : For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager This arm I push beneath you. It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead ! 8 My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still : My father does not feel my arm, he has... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 636 стор.
...is flung — for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shore a-crowding ; For you they call, 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... | |
 | Charles James Longman - 1898 - 600 стор.
...keel, the vessel grim and daring. And again : For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. In all these cases — Lovelace's, Poe's, Whitman's — we find that the Principle of Economy of Attention... | |
 | Abraham Lincoln - 1898 - 300 стор.
...flung, — 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 turning ; O Captain ! dear father ; This arm I push beneath you; It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen... | |
 | Norman Hapgood - 1899 - 478 стор.
...is flung — 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...the deck You've fallen cold and dead. " My Captain docs not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,... | |
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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;... 
