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O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! My Captain! is a poem about the death of a ship's captain after a successful voyage. The narrator addresses the fallen captain, expressing grief that though the ship is safe in port and the mission accomplished, the captain lies dead on the deck. Through repetition of "O Captain!" and descriptions of the crowds celebrating the victory, the poem conveys the narrator's sadness and loss at the death of his leader.

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O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! My Captain! is a poem about the death of a ship's captain after a successful voyage. The narrator addresses the fallen captain, expressing grief that though the ship is safe in port and the mission accomplished, the captain lies dead on the deck. Through repetition of "O Captain!" and descriptions of the crowds celebrating the victory, the poem conveys the narrator's sadness and loss at the death of his leader.

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O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!

by: Walt Whitman Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, 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. 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 Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've 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 anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, 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. Analysis a. The allusion of this poem is that the fearful trip they are talking about is the civil war and the captain President Lincoln. b. The tone of the poem is morose because the guy is really sad that the captain is dead. c. O Captain! My Captain is repeated throughout the poem which is an example of repetition. When he talks about the bells you can hear bells which is a form of imagery. d. The theme of this poem is, Sometimes in order to do great things sacrifices must be made. e. The poem is about how Abraham Lincoln won the civil war and later was assassinated.

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