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[|193]. **O Captain! My Captain!**

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; || || O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; || || My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; || ||
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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! || //5// ||
 * O the bleeding drops of [|red], || ||
 * Where on the deck my Captain lies, || ||
 * Fallen cold and dead. || ||
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 * Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; || //10// ||
 * 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, || //15// ||
 * You’ve fallen cold and dead. || ||
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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; || //20// ||
 * Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! || ||
 * But I, with [|mournful] tread, || ||
 * Walk the deck my Captain lies, || ||
 * Fallen cold and dead. ||