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    O Captain! My Captain! is a three stanza poem by Walt Whitman about the death of a ship's captain. [1] The narrator expresses grief over the captain falling dead on the ship's deck after a successful voyage. [2] In the second stanza, the narrator tries to rouse the dead captain to the cheers of the crowd, but to no avail. [3] In the final stanza, the narrator accepts that the captain is dead, as the ship is safely anchored but the narrator can only mournfully walk where the fallen captain lies cold and dead.

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    O Captain! My Captain! is a three stanza poem by Walt Whitman about the death of a ship's captain. [1] The narrator expresses grief over the captain falling dead on the ship's deck after a successful voyage. [2] In the second stanza, the narrator tries to rouse the dead captain to the cheers of the crowd, but to no avail. [3] In the final stanza, the narrator accepts that the captain is dead, as the ship is safely anchored but the narrator can only mournfully walk where the fallen captain lies cold and dead.

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    O Captain! My Captain! is a three stanza poem by Walt Whitman about the death of a ship's captain. [1] The narrator expresses grief over the captain falling dead on the ship's deck after a successful voyage. [2] In the second stanza, the narrator tries to rouse the dead captain to the cheers of the crowd, but to no avail. [3] In the final stanza, the narrator accepts that the captain is dead, as the ship is safely anchored but the narrator can only mournfully walk where the fallen captain lies cold and dead.

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    Walt Whitman (18191892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

    193. O Captain! My Captain!

    O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;


    The ship has weatherd 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! 5
    O the bleeding drops of red,
    Where on the deck my Captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead.

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


    10
    Rise upfor you the flag is flungfor you the bugle trills;
    For you bouquets and ribbond wreathsfor 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;
    15
    It is some dream that on the deck,
    Youve 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 nor will;
    The ship is anchord safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
    20
    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 and dead.

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