 | Charles Noble - 1898 - 460 pages
...the shores a-crowding, Josiah Gilbert Holland, born in Massachusetts, 1819; died in New York, 1881. For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces...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 anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage... | |
 | 1898 - 970 pages
...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...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 anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage... | |
 | 1919 - 1126 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Andrew Lang, Donald Grant Mitchell - 1898 - 578 pages
...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...Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, 1 By permission of Horace C. Traubel and Small,... | |
 | 1901 - 582 pages
...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... | |
 | Abraham Lincoln - 1898 - 300 pages
...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 cold...Captain does not 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... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 636 pages
...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 cold...does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; J But the ship, the ship is anchored safe,... | |
 | 1899 - 556 pages
...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...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 anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage... | |
 | Norman Hapgood - 1899 - 474 pages
...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...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 anchored safe and sound, its voyage... | |
 | Norman Hapgood - 1899 - 478 pages
...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...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 anchored safe and sound, its voyage... | |
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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; Here... 
